When it came to pets, Bruce Dalwhinney was a cat-person—a rabid cat-person. But he didn't bite, or foam at the mouth, or lurch around London, Ontario menacing animal-haters or those of a different pet persuasion. Not at all, Bruce just really, really liked cats. After his much anticipated retirement dream of hand-raising two purebred, grand champion Siamese kittens is unexpectedly shattered, Bruce sinks into deep depression. When his well-meaning wife tricks him into adopting two common, barn-born tabbies, feline hoi poloi, from a low-rent animal shelter, Bruce is near-suicidal. Are Kittenstein and Frankenfur mini-monsters from kitten hell, or Bruce's last hope of salvation?