cats love

Grandmother clutched her phone, watching the screen with trembling fingers. At seventy-three, she'd discovered crypto trading in Srivilliputhur, earning daily coins she barely understood. Her grandchildren laughed—startling as it was, she'd become intoxicating at family dinners, discussing blockchains with authority. But today felt different. A stray cat appeared on her porch, injured and frightened. She forgot about markets entirely, bandaging its paws with the same devotion Avvaiyar once showed the struggling. As the cat purred, she realized some riches—warmth, compassion, connection—couldn't be traded. She smiled, knowing her village understood.