Your Cats Are Gone, Angela.
A short story by Robert Cormack.
Terry was sitting at the kitchen table, staring at the bills. They’d all come in the same week — some the same day. He’d opened the envelopes, stared at the amounts, then threw them back on the table. Over a thousand dollars was owing — payment past due, payment required immediately. Christ, they couldn’t even cover the utilities, let alone the credit cards.