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

bag. She had that effortless confidence that makes you feel like you should apologize for being tired.

“I’m fine,” I said automatically.

She tilted her head. “That’s not an answer. How’s the cat?”

I hesitated. Then, like an idiot, I smiled.

“He’s… better,” I said. “He’s not a lap cat, but he—he trusts me now. Kind of. It’s slow.”

Jenna’s eyes softened. continue reading …