Yes, I was inside his house with a key he didn’t know I still had. But it’s not what you think. The orange tabby in the cop’s arms—Marbles—is my cat. We had joint custody after Julian and I broke up, but he stopped answering my messages and neglecting Marbles.
Worried, I used the spare key to check on him and found Marbles locked in a bathroom without food or water. Julian showed up with someone new. I didn’t argue—I just took Marbles and left.
Neighbors called the cops, and I got arrested for trespassing. At court, I explained I only wanted to save Marbles. Julian claimed joint custody but admitted he’d been unresponsive. The judge warned me about entering without permission but showed leniency and ordered us to renegotiate custody.
After that, Julian kept bringing his girlfriend to pick up Marbles, making things awkward. Then one night, police raided his house for drugs. Soon after, animal control took Marbles due to unsafe conditions.
I went to the shelter and happily reclaimed him. Despite all the chaos, Marbles ended up where he belongs—with me. I learned sometimes doing the right thing looks messy but sticking to your values matters most.
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