Long black hair pours softly over the petite shoulders of the young woman. Grey eyes stare longingly at the sundripped sky as she sighs. A hammer lay stiff in her hand as she tacks up her offer. On the poster sits a portrait of her, corset tightly laced around her torso and a long , cloth dress flows all the way to her feet. The woman was widely known as the town catch, men drooled and cat called her when she walked down the street. The poster simply read that the person able to draw the key from the neck of the old black cat and open her door would be the one she married. Many months had gone by where men and women alike had chased the cat , tried to capture it and still no one had gotten the key. The cat walked around tired with matted fur , the woman had almost given up. One day a young lady was walking down the street, people gawked at her. She wore no makeup , no dress or corset, her firey red hair hung over her shoulder in a simple braid. Upon walking into town she saw the sign , walking down the alley in the moonlit night she saw the cat. Day after day she pet it, fed it and eventually gained its trust. Weeks had gone by and the cat started to love her, she was able to remove the golden key that sat gently around its neck. Walking up to the huge grey door she put the key in the lock and heard a click inside. When the door opened she noticed the cat was no longer beside her but in front of the door she bent down the pet it but the cats image began to fade , in front of her on all fours sat the woman, the town catch.
