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

turned and walked down the hall, clipboard tucked under his arm, leaving me standing there with my door half-open and my life suddenly measured in “reports.”

I closed the door slowly, as if any sudden movement might make the whole thing real.

In the dim light, Oscar sat at the end of the hallway inside my apartment, perfectly still.

Not hiding. Not flinching.continue reading …