Oscar the magic cat

A few weeks ago, my husband came back from a trip and brought me a small stuffed cat. We named him after an adorable orange stray tabby that used to haunt our apartment complex: Oscar.

Yesterday, I awoke to find Oscar like this:

Today, I found him here:

One of three things is going on here. Either, 1) Toy Story is the truth, and toys really do come alive at night; 2) I have advanced to full-on crazy-cat-lady status; or 3) I have a really sweet and silly husband who makes life a lot of fun around here.

In other news, I should probably get out more if this is all I have to blog about today.