Cage 42 Oscar: The Cat Who Turned My Apartment Into a Trial

or animal—says, “Not so close, I need time,” we label them “damaged” and trade them in.

Oscar wasn’t the problem. Our expectations were.

Last night, he was sleeping next to my keyboard. I placed my hand on the desk, just an inch from his paw. I didn’t touch him. He opened one eye, saw my hand, let out a long sigh… and went back to sleep. He didn’t pull continue reading …