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

I’d earned in years.

And now that trust was being tested—not by his claws, but by the world’s impatience.

I looked down at him.

His eyes were half-closed, body relaxed, tail tucked neatly around his paws.

Safe.

With me.

Not because I owned him.

Because I respected him.

I whispered, so softly it was barely sound:

“We’re not going back, okay?”

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