The Cat Who Saved Grandma Yolanda

I was a corporate drone who stayed up every night grinding code — and sure enough, I dropped dead at my desk.

When I opened my eyes again, I was a stray black cat, cornered by a group of punks who were beating the hell out of me.

It was Yolanda who grabbed a broom and fought like her life depended on it to bring me home.

She was a woman who'd had it hard her whole life — up before dawn, pinching every penny — and somehow she'd raised a son who was pure evil.

To pay off two million dollars in gambling debts, that monster teamed up with a vicious caretaker to steal the deed to her house and…