As soon as the police arrived, the Kontinental Kat and I handed over the note and told Inspector Magic all we knew. Granted, that was not much. Nor would it have been very constructive for the police but it seemed the black Persian needed our help anyway.

“What happened here?” He took a long, hard, suspicious-filled look at my Boss.

“That . . .” The Kontin...

I needed some ‘R and R’ after the last couple of weeks of mind-taxing mysteries. I know I usually leave all the thinking to the brains of the operation . . . my Boss, the Kontinental Kat, but I’ve been aware of a shift in him lately. He seems to be struggling mentally. It happens to us all, if we’re lucky enough to live to a good old age.

Fortunately, I’m a quick st...

When last we met, loud and brash Senator Brady was found on the floor of the Royal Box at the O’Keefe Centre. The Kontinental Kat and I were on the job to catch this particular fat-cat (not in weight, you understand) in a compromising position with a certain showcat.

“Is he dead?” I asked as my Boss kneeled next to the prone form.

The Kontinental Kat l...

In this day and age of going back on a deal, it makes me proud that as a Canadian cat, I’ve ALWAYS lived up to the agreements I’ve signed. It’s something, the Kontinental Kat, has insisted on as our agency’s motto. Like the Mounties, ‘we will not rest until we get our man’.

So, while this tale, I am about to embark on, will corroborate our determination to fight for...