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The ad campaigns Tom’s marketing team had created were masterpieces.
Devon thumbed through them a fourth time, and slowly shook her head in wonder. “This one hits me the hardest,” she decided, lifting one from the pile. “It’s not gory like some of the pictures I took that day. But no one could possibly look at those starving little kittens and not feel something!”
Two ratty little calicos and a bedraggled black kitten were crowded close to the cage bars, mewing pathetically. One of them was so desperate for attention that it actually reached through the rusted bars and tried to snag her hand. Their grimy food and water bowls were empty, and their litter box was overflowing with crusty lumps.
In cages above, beneath, and on both sides, other starving cats were yowling, whimpering, or
