We Buy Cats -

Mrs. Gable went home and looked at her oldest cat, Barnaby. She thought of all the nights she’d cried into his fur after her husband passed. She thought of the secrets she’d muttered while pacing the floor. She never went back to the shop. Neither did anyone else.

In a town where every storefront whispered of "Cash for Gold" or "We Buy Used Cars," a new sign appeared overnight in a dusty window on Main Street: we buy cats

The townspeople were baffled. Old Mrs. Gable, who lived in a house overflowing with tabby cats, marched in on Tuesday morning. She didn't want to sell her "babies," but she had to know what kind of monster was trading in feline lives. She thought of the secrets she’d muttered while

"You buy cats?" Mrs. Gable demanded, clutching her handbag. "For what? Research? Fur?" In a town where every storefront whispered of