Tis the Season to be Molly!

Christmas and I have a complicated relationship. The season itself? Too cold, too wet, and way too much snow. As a cat who doesn't wear shoes, all that ice is pure torture on my poor paws.

Honestly, I'd be all for Christmas if it happened in summer or spring—but who's listening to a cat's opinion, right? So, here we are again, and it's that time of year—Christmas, Christmas stores, and everything Christmas.

The good news? Tex dragged out his barbecue set (in winter, no less) to cook up some mouthwatering treats. But before we could even enjoy the feast, a series of murders rocked our little corner of the world.

Now, with my big brain (as Dooley constantly reminds me), I've got to get to the bottom of these crimes before anyone else becomes a victim. It's going to be a snowy, sleuth-filled holiday season...