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

acting like ‘back up’ was an insult.”

My stomach clenched.

Because it sounded like my first week. My hand under the sofa. My entitlement dressed up as kindness.

I swallowed hard.

“Now he’s gotten out once,” I said quietly. “And people in my building are… making it a thing.”

Betty’s eyes softened.

“That’s the problem with labels,” she said. “Once they stick,continue reading …