Apparently I've been slacking on the job as a paralegal, even though the firm doesn't know that I'm secretly working as the area's premier Pet Whisperer P.I. to solve our toughest cases behind the scenes. Now they've hired an intern to "help" me manage my workload . . .
But what the partners don't realize is that they've let a nefarious criminal into our offices. Trust me, Octo-Cat can smell this guy's stink from a mile away. The worst part? I'm pretty sure he can talk to animals too . . . and he most definitely isn't using his talents to solve crimes and defend the innocent.
I've always wondered how that zap from an old coffeemaker landed me with supernatural abilities. Now it's time to find out once and for all. Otherwise I fear I may wind up losing them–and my trusty talking feline sidekick–for good.
