It was a dark and stormy night, the kind of night that made even the bravest feline detectives want to stay in their catnip.
The phone rang, a shrill meow pierced the silence.
"Whiskers, I have a case for you," said the voice on the other end.
"It's about the murder of the neighborhood tom, Midnight, the one with the penchant for shiny objects."
Whiskers, a gumshoe cat with a reputation for being the best in the business, knew this was a case that required his unique skills.
He arrived at the scene, a seedy part of town, where the only thing that seemed to be missing was the sound of a jazz club.
He began to sniff around, his whiskers twitching with each new discovery.
And then, he found it, the one clue that would crack the case wide open: a torn piece of catnip, a hint at a motive.
But, as Whiskers delved deeper into the case, he began to realize that nothing was as it seemed.
There were more murders, and more catnip, and more secrets than he had ever imagined.
He knew then, that this was no ordinary case, but a case that would take him to the heart of the feline underbelly.