Our story
The Sixteen Days
Every imprint starts somewhere. Ours started with an open door.
One morning, Oscar let himself out — as he often did — and didn’t come back. Not that evening. Not the next. For sixteen days the house held its breath, and Billie, who does not hold her breath for anyone, quietly took the throne. The warm spot by the window. The first bowl at breakfast. The undisputed final word.
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Oscar did not stroll home. Oscar has never done anything that quietly. On day sixteen there was a search, a sighting, and a rescue dramatic enough to fill an entire book — which is exactly what it now does. We won’t spoil it here. Oscar would never forgive us; it’s his favourite story.
What we can tell you is this: he came home thinner, louder, and magnificently pleased with himself — fully expecting a hero’s welcome.
Billie looked at him for a long moment. Then she went back to her window.
We started OB Press to tell what happened next. Four books’ worth, so far. All of it true — witnessed firsthand by their human, who lives with them, feeds them, and has been generously permitted to write things down.