The automatic door hissed open. A pallet of canned beans rumbled past. And Oliver, no bigger than a dust bunny, slipped inside. To a kitten, a latenight supermarket is not a store. It is a universe.
At 3:17 A.M., an elderly woman came in wearing a bathrobe and slippers. She bought a pint of ice cream and a small can of wet food “just in case.” She did not see Oliver, who was asleep inside a pyramid of paper towel rolls. kitten latenight supermarket
He padded past the produce section, where misters sighed and lettuces glowed green under soft lights. A single grape had fallen to the floor. He batted it once, twice, then watched it roll under a shelf. Later , he thought. The automatic door hissed open