In an unassuming working-class cat village on planet wet food, a cat family struggling

to make ends meat gathers around a single bowl of kibble.

This is a family so on the brink that their growing sun hasn't tasted wet food in months.

Honey, can you hand me the electricity bill?

Which one?

The newest says the power is about to be cut off.

It's okay, Dad.

We're cats.

We can see really good in the dark.

Oh, you.

I love you guys so much.

But you deserve a better life, son.

You shouldn't have to worry about money at your age.

Dad, can we go outside and play yarn ball?

Just a second, son.

I just have to finish with the bills.

Go play in the yard.

The cat father puts on a green accounting visor and starts punching in numbers to their big-ass calculator that prints out receipts.

The father shakes his head.

The mother frowns.

Honey, I just don't know how we're going to make it work.

How am I going to put food in the bowl this month?

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