Cristina Solans returns home to Spain after volunteering with a wildlife rescue in Canada. Her veterinary tech job awaits her but she already misses the almost boyfriend she left behind. Her mother has joined a group of friends in a new adventure: cat rescue. This brings about a host of opportunities for various escapades as they start a refuge out in the country. Who would have expected a stolen cat and a missing necklace would turn Cristina into a detective? She sure didn't...
An egotistical royal cat and his dung beetle sidekick track a jewelry thief in this hilarious new series set in ancient Egypt. Nominated for an Edgar Award! Can a lazy cat and a dung-obsessed beetle really crack a mystery? Ra relishes his role as the Pharaoh's beloved—and spoiled—cat. So when an amulet goes missing from the palace, Ra plans to keep enjoying his snacks and nap in the sun. But Ra's friend Khepri, a wise and industrious scarab beetle, insists on investigating in order to save the young servant girl who has been framed for the crime. Once Ra gets going, he decides that being a Great Detective isn't so bad; in fact, he doesn't mind being hailed as “Protector of the Weak and Defender of Justice.” The comically mismatched duo is on the case! Wacky illustrations with fun historical details bring these oddball characters to life. Includes a glossary, pronunciation guide, and detailed author's note. “An ingenious mystery full of entertaining details for fans of ancient Egypt.”—Paula Harrison, author of the Rescue Princesses series
Hettie Bagshot has bitten off more than any cat could chew. As soon as she launches her No. 2 Feline Detective Agency, she's bucketed into a case: Furcross, a home for slightly older cats, has a nasty spate of bodysnatching, and three of the residents have been stolen from their graves. Hettie and her sidekick, Tilly, set out to reveal the terrible truth. Is Nurse Mogadon involved in a deadly game? Has the haberdashery department of Malkin & Sprinkle become a mortuary? And what flavour will Betty Butter's pie of the week be?
With a beautifully fluffy tail and a keen nose for adventure, Max the Detective Cat is ready for any mystery... The pampered cats of Paris are being kidnapped! Could it have something to do with a singing competition that is gripping the city? Max knows he has to solve the mystery and bring them home. Especially as he's fallen in love with one of the victims... Beautifully illustrated throughout by Nicola Kinnear, Max the Detective Cat is perfect for readers aged 7+. Check out all of Max's adventures! The Disappearing Diva, The Phantom Portrait and The Catnap Caper.
In this cozy mystery, a feline P.I. and his four-legged friends investigate a suspicious—and deadly—house fire in a California seaside town. Even the bright seaside village of Molena Point has been hit hard by the economic downturn, and many residents are abandoning their pets. While feline P.I. Joe Grey’s human friends join together to care for their starving cats, a fire leaves a twelve-year-old boy homeless, the body of his alcoholic guardian discovered in the smoldering ruins. Meanwhile, Debbie Kraft descends uninvited on the Damens’ home with her two children, claiming that she has no money and nowhere else to go. But when Joe learns that the victim of the fire was Debbie’s estranged mother, and that Debbie’s ex-husband may be involved in several intricate real estate scams, his fur is on end with suspicion. But it’s not until Debbie’s abandoned tomcat arrives that the pieces of the puzzle begin to come together for Joe and his feline detective pals. Praise for Cat Telling Tales “A must-read for Murphy’s devoted audience and a good choice for those who enjoy Rita Mae Brown’s Sneaky Pie Brown novels.” —Booklist “Shirley Rousseau Murphy's Joe Grey Mysteries are always excellent, and Cat Telling Tales is no exception.” —Fresh Fiction
Hettie and Tilly are called in to investigate Agatha Crispy's stolen manuscript in another claw-biting case for the No. 2 Feline Detective Agency. When the celebrated crime writer Agatha Crispy engages Hettie and Tilly in the search for a stolen manuscript, our feline detective duo is plunged into a world of Dickensian thieves and murderers. Does the ghost of Jake the Nipper prowl the London Streets of Kitzrovia? Will Madame Two Paws' exhibition wax or wane? And will the secrets in the crypt of the church of St Mavis and Cucumber finally be revealed?
White Sands is hosting an international cat show, & Jake Novak's downstairs housemate, Mary Katherine Forrest, is delighted. Then one of the contenders for 'Best of Show' disappears, followed by other favourites. Jake is hired to find the catnappers.
Catnip Gray is no ordinary house cat. At first glance, you might be fooled. He sleeps late, stays up all night tomcatting, eats birds, and seems to care less about his human’s shenanigans. However, unlike most cats, Catnip has a taste for Slim-Fast and runs a detective agency. He also has a soft spot for beautiful female cats in distress. In this first novella, we meet him and learn a lot about him and the Grays who own him. He doesn’t spare him his astute observations about their lifestyle. However, he’s more concerned with Tabitha Davenport, a gorgeous “dame” loaded with sardines, who seems only to want him to gather evidence against her cheating husband. More meets the eye in this twisting little puzzler as Catnip uncovers deceit and lies. There’s murder, mayhem, and treachery in the world of cats, mice, and birds. Excerpt: Electra and I had swooned under the influence of the intoxicating air. After Fred’s closed, we were a frisky pair hopping over trash cans, leaping up on fences, peering into windows, and laughing at human’s silly attempts at lovemaking. We’d scream insults through the glass. “Really dude, more hair on your butt would drive her wild...Bite her ear you fool! Stop talking. More yowling ...You call that thing a tail?” We scampered off when a naked bear looking man threw a house slipper at us. As we approached Tuna Boulevard, Electra suddenly darted out and an old sixty-seven Falcon sped up and sent her tumbling into a rosebush. It wrenched my heart watching my lover in death’s bittersweet clutches as the rose’s thorns pierced her flesh and teased me with their red petals and seductive scents. Roses were my and Electra’s favorite flower to paw and nibble. I vowed to avenge Electra’s death one day. So as I stood at the edge of Tuna Boulevard, I got my eyes out for a yellow Falcon. Been watching for it for a year--waiting for my chance. I had all of my parakeets lined up in a row. The Falcon has a vinyl top. A crow told me he and his flock love splattering that top with a potent brand of bird poo. “It’s old and soft as dog guts,” the crow cawed. My plan called for me to sink my claws deep into that vinyl top and cause a lot of havoc. I put one paw forward and stepped into the gutter when my ears picked up the whine of an old V8 motor. It sounded like a monkey with his tail caught in a meat grinder screaming a long, painful, “Eeeeeeee!” The guys at the Rat Trap Mechanic Shop said the noise meant loose belts, but the Falcon’s fool owner likened the disquietude to a scream of death. He experienced many moments of perverse joy as he struck fear into the hearts of dogs, cats, and a few humans as he raced the falcon towards their poor souls. That Falcon had to be stopped.
