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

not to sound angry.

“I think you have the… the gray cat,” she said.

My stomach sank.

“I do,” I said. “Is everything okay?”

Marla exhaled hard, like she’d been holding it.

“Yesterday,” she said, “my son was coming back from the trash chute and he saw your cat. He screamed. He’s six. He’s… jumpy.”

Her eyes flicked down the hall, like she didn’t want anyone continue reading …