We Buy Cats Online

The man smiled, a slow, thin expression. "No, madam. For their stories. You see, a cat is a living record of every secret told in a kitchen at midnight. They are the only creatures that witness the things we think no one sees."

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

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. The man smiled, a slow, thin expression

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. You see, a cat is a living record