Cats | We Buy

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.

He leaned forward. "We don't keep them. We listen to them. We have a 'Translator' in the back—a machine of tubes and velvet. Once we’ve downloaded their memories of sunbeams and human whispers, we return them to the 'seller' with a generous check and a bag of premium tuna." we buy cats

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." Behind a high mahogany counter sat a man

No explanation. No phone number. Just three words in bold, black Helvetica. We listen to them