About a year ago, my human, along with Angel, Gypsy, and myself, had to escape a domestic violence situation involving my human’s former husband (I’ll call him loud human). He was really nice when I first moved in, but as time went on, he became loud, mean, controlling, and ev...
one of the cats would put a paw on him. They never hurt him, but Edgar was terrified. Finally, he hid under a cabinet and tried to figure out how to escape. The cats had him cornered there.
The main street of this sleepy small town is empty except for a couple pickup trucks outside the barber shop across the street (it’s Walk-in Wednesday), but I feel like at least a dozen pairs of eyes are watching me, waiting for me to do something stupid like pushing when it’s a...