Clyde Faurie is evading thirteen feline monsters next door, living with the dog from hell, all the while trying to solve a murder.
Meeka Island is just like any other Northwest island, decked out in pine trees, surrounded by water with a nice community and a low crime rate.
At least it use to be.
Estella Moore's murder is the third one to take place this year. Estella was grandmother to be, quitting the bottle and on the right rack, supposedly. I don't trust anyone who owns a cat--no one should.
I don't hate cats. Not really. I'm just knowledgeable. They're pure evil. If you don't shake, sweat and hyper ventilate at the sight of pure evil, that's a personal issue.