Two weeks ago, I got my new cat, Trouble. Last week, he revealed he can talk.
True to his name, he's been nothing but trouble since I got him. He even got me fired from the bakery where I worked due to excessive cat hair on my clothes (which wasn't even that bad, thank goodness for lint rollers, but I digress). At least I now have more time to work on my travel cat blog.
When Trouble and I go to the bakery to pick up my last paycheck, we find my ex-boss dead in the kitchen. And to make matters worse, the police-led by none other than my best friend's cute older brother-catch me at the scene of the crime.
Now at the top of the suspect list, I'm determined to clear my name and stay out of, well, trouble. But trying to solve the case and prove my innocence means I keep running into a certain handsome policeman. It's a distraction I don't need (but want).
But if Trouble and I can't figure out who really killed my ex-boss, my next adventure won't be a coffee date with a cute cop. It will be a trip to the nearest jail cell.
