CATLY CAREERS
Miss Meowple
Amateur consulting catective

There once was a cat who knitted things, and wore a hat. Wherever she wandered people pondered why corpses always appeared.
It was very weird, the way that happened.
People dropped like flies exhibiting their demise in every way — baked in clay, beheaded by a stray UFO, squished by falling rocks, injected with smallpox, asphyxiated in lime jelly, shot by cannon into a whale’s belly.
However —
if anyone could unclog a mystery — it was Miss Marple-mogg. With a little history she could clear the fog, just like Agatha Christie. Nose keener than a tracker dog she’d be off on the trail — she’d put in the slog uphill and down dale to collar the knave and chuck him in jail.
She was so grave, and so brave, no one ever gave a hoot that she was actually a cat in a hat.
With death in her wake.
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