Oedipus had forgotten just how a small city could be crammed like sardines in a can. The subway system made him hyperventilate and he constantly had the hand sanitizer out to wipe off all the germs. He'd become more phobic since returning from the countryside. Less people there, not quite this train wreck. Why had he come again? Oh, yeah, that's right, he liked to torture himself.
Once in the pet store l, he took a deep breath and channeled himself straight ahead for felines. That cat that had leeched off him for years had earned herself a gold star for keeping him company all this time---and maybe she did need a new cat bed. He certainly wasn't getting rid of her now.