Until I met my husband late in my junior year of college, I’d never known anyone who’d bought a cat. I’d heard of such, but regarded it as a fable or tall tale.
Where I grew up, kittens were cute vermin. Why would you buy one when you could walk out the back door and kick five?
My husband’s family, I learned shortly after meeting them, had missed the moral of the paid-for kitten fable.