After my cat brought home puppies from who knows where, a policeman knocked on the

Mrs. Miller interjected with her usual flair for drama, her voice quivering slightly. “Your cat has been taking puppies,” she said, her eyes wide with a mix of accusation and bewilderment.

I felt like the ground had shifted beneath my feet. “Puppies?” I echoed, my voice barely above a whisper.

The officer nodded, his expression softening slightly at the evident confusion on my face. “Yes, ma’am. We’ve had reports from a kennel two blocks over. They’ve been missing puppies for a few days now. It seems your cat, Marsa, has been… adopting them.”