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

in the air.

He didn’t come closer.

But he didn’t leave either.

And that was his version of agreement.

For a week, things calmed down.

No more texts.

No more knocks.

The building went back to being a building—elevators, laundry hum, distant TVs, the smell of someone’s burnt toast drifting under doors.

And then, because I’m human, I made the second mistake.

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