“If it weren’t for him…”
She didn’t finish.
Oliver leapt down and headed toward the door, mission accomplished.
After they left, I reflected on something simple: animals don’t offer explanations. They don’t have degrees or dramatic speeches.
But they notice patterns. They sense when something is off. And they don’t hesitate to wake you at three in the morning if it means keeping you alive.
Since then, when someone tells me, “My cat’s acting strange,” I don’t smile dismissively.
I ask one question first:
“And you… how are you sleeping?”
