I led the officer and Mrs. Miller into the living room, my mind racing with questions as I gestured for them to sit. Lili clung to my side, sensing the tension in the air. Marsa, seemingly oblivious to the commotion, was curled around the tiny puppies, purring softly as if they were her own.
The officer cleared his throat, breaking the uneasy silence. “I understand this is going to sound strange, but we have a situation,” he began, glancing at Mrs. Miller, who nodded in agreement. “We received a report about missing puppies from one of the breeders in the area. It seems they vanished overnight, and we have reason to believe your cat might be involved.”
