This is our 9 week old kitten, Oscar Wilde. My husband (who’s the lucky guy getting a nap in behind me) and I are both artists and happen to have fourteen puppets in various rooms of the house. Well, Oscar has decided he really doesn’t care for one in particular, who happens to be a supervillain. Why do I look so tired? Guess who decided that puppet’s fingers needed to be attacked at 6am. Yep.