After my cat brought home kittens from an unknown source, a police officer knocked on the door.

After my cat brought home kittens from an unknown source, a police officer knocked on the door.

After my cat brought home kittens of unknown origin, a police officer knocked on the door.
After my cat brought home kittens of unknown origin, a police officer knocked on the door. As I led the officer into the living room, I couldn't shake the uneasiness that coursed through me. Mrs. Miller followed me, scanning my house with the gaze of someone trying to solve a neighborhood mystery. I gestured for them to sit down, but the officer remained standing, his presence a tower of authority in the center of my comfortable, cluttered living room. "Marsa, isn't that right?" he asked, gesturing to the corner where my tabby cat curled protectively around her new kittens. "Yes, that's her," I replied, looking at Marsa. Her purring was a soft hum in the room, its constant soothing but not enough to calm my nerves. You can turn to the next page to read more.