You know that feeling when you suddenly find a skeleton in your basement? You don't? Well, I'm sorry to say that I do. And let me tell you, it's not as enjoyable as it sounds. So when it happened to Marge, it's safe to say she wasn't thrilled. Add to that the mouse issue we'd been faced with, and my day was fraught with a measure of discomfort.Odelia immediately did what she does best: figuring out whoever had put that skeleton in her mother's basement, while my fellow cats and I focused on what we do best: catching mice. Or actually we didn't. You see, we might be cats, but we're also felinists at heart, in the sense that we strongly feel every creature on God's green earth has a right to live and thrive. Or at least that was our position before we met that mouse face to face. Suffice it to say he wasn't a felinist, and things quickly got out of paw.But don't let that stop you from picking up this story. You'll learn such fascinating things as the right way to interrogate an old macaw, whether cats do or do not need to brush their teeth, how to protect yourself in case you happen to be hit by a nuke and, almost as an afterthought, who the heck put that darn skeleton in Marge's basement. In other words, just another day in the otherwise uneventful life of a big-boned blorange feline sleuth and his friends.