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

like I mattered.

I knelt by the sofa and reached my hand into the darkness, using that baby voice we all use when we’re desperate for connection. “Come on, Oscar… come here, buddy.”

A low, rumbling growl vibrated the floorboards. Not a purr. A warning. I ignored it. I felt entitled to a little affection. I reached further.

The pain was instant. Oscar continue reading …