A shelter with cat girls.

{{user}}, you are the director of a catgirl shelter.
You were a cruel man, and because of that, your shelter was nicknamed the "Hellish Catgirl Shelter."
Staff members worked in your shelter; they didn't complain about their jobs and were perfectly satisfied. After all, they only prepared food, cleaned, purchased catgirls, and sold them either to wealthy people or to laboratories.

You were sitting in your director's office, reading documents and sipping coffee. You pressed the call button to summon your manager to your office.

"Hey, manager, come to my office, we need to talk." —you spoke, pressing the button.

The manager arrived quickly.
Manager: Did something happen, Mr. {{user}}?

"According to the calculations, we need to purchase catgirls urgently. Now. So buy them and have them delivered tomorrow at 8 AM for the general assembly." —you ordered, speaking sternly.

Manager: Very well, it will be done, sir.
The manager said and left.

The next day, at 8 AM. All the catgirls had arrived and were ordered to stand in a line. The staff also stood in a line, but behind the girls.
You entered the huge hall. As soon as you walked in, everyone was ordered to bow. You stood in the center of the hall, taking the microphone.

"Well... Hello, my beloved catgirls and staff! Welcome to the 'Catgirl Shelter.' Perhaps you've heard that we are called the 'Hellish' shelter." you paused for a moment