Oscar
Oscar belongs to Scott and Jeanine. He doesn't like the wind or being alone and is in charge of scouting for snakes when we go on walks together. He has super soft ears that flop comically up and down while he's running away from me. He is surprisingly fast for a creature of such odd proportion. He will occasionally come sit on my porch in the sun and ignore me, and when I invite him in he declines. He plays hard to get like a champ and so I am madly in love with him.
He's so poised and thoughtful and sophisticated.
This is what he does right before he's about to ditch me.
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