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

my voice steadier.

“He learned that hands hurt,” I said. “He learned that people take what they want. I can’t erase that. But I can stop proving him right.”

Marla stared for a long second.

Then she nodded once, slowly.

“I get that,” she said, and I could tell she meant more than just the cat.

She took a step back.

“Okay,” she said. “Thank you.”

And then she continue reading …