We Buy Cats <Easy · EDITION>

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:

Behind a high mahogany counter sat a man who looked like he was made of lint—grey suit, grey hair, and a soft, static-filled voice. 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

"You buy cats?" Mrs. Gable demanded, clutching her handbag. "For what? Research? Fur?" and a soft