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

cautious.

I followed him with my eyes.

And that’s when I saw it: the smallest thing. A thin scratch line along the bottom weather stripping of my door. A place where claws had worried it, tested it, insisted.

A place where Oscar, sometime when I wasn’t paying attention, had tried the boundary.

Because he was still learning what boundaries meant.

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