that had gone “offline” to survive.
“I’ll take him,” I said.
Betty sighed, shaking her head. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you. Some things can’t be fixed, honey.”
The first week was hell.
I live alone in a quiet apartment downtown. I thought he’d appreciate the peace. I was wrong. As soon as I opened the carrier, the cat—I named him Oscar—vanished under the continue reading …