"...this is just ghastly," Missy meowed. To steal a sister's heart was to desecrate her accomplishments before the Great Cats. To steal a sister's eyesight was to deny her entry into a next life. Why would anybody do so to the Old Crone, who had given her life to the city and the betterment of every cat within it?
In a nondescript city there live groups of cats, each in their own territory. Missy is such a cat, part of the block of garden cats. She lives a carefree life up until she finds out that her neighbor was murdered; with a clue to the killer, Missy and two of her friends set out to find the one responsible.
A proud owner of a brown tabby cat aptly named Missy, I oftentimes found myself wondering what my cat and her feline neighbors would get up to while outside. So I decided to take a figurative pencil to hand and write about it, resulting in the story of a murder, somehow. I love cats, and I love writing things, so this had seemed like a good compromise.
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