Once upon a time, all the way back in 2019, a little black and white cat was one of 347 rescued from a single, squalid two-bedroom Toronto apartment. Her rescuers wore hazmat suits due to the poor air quality inside. “There were cats everywhere,” a city official said as the story hit the news. The last cat saved, possibly a kitten, was almost left behind until a wee squeak revealed their hiding spot: a narrow gap between the fridge and the wall. But this, dear reader, is a happy story. Because in 2020, amid a global pandemic that’s seen Torontonians and millions around the world urged to stay home, that little black and white cat has a new home and a name: Osie. And Osie, still smaller than she maybe should be and more than a little timid, has become the best thing of her human Beverly Leung’s year.