I Asked for the Oldest Cat, and He Gave Me My Life Back

I asked for the oldest cat in the shelter, and the woman behind the desk stopped breathing for a second.

Not in a dramatic way.

Just enough for me to notice.

Her name tag said Marnie. She was maybe sixty, with tired eyes and a sweatshirt covered in cat hair. She looked at me like she was trying to decide …

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