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

didn’t just scratch; he exploded. Claws hooked into my hand, a hiss like a steam pipe bursting. I yanked my hand back, blood dripping onto the beige carpet, cursing loudly.

In the shadows, two yellow eyes glared back. Ears flat. Pupils blown wide. He didn’t look guilty. He looked like a soldier defending a foxhole.

“Fine,” I snapped, wrapping a bandage continue reading …