Catastrophe — Sharon Buchbinder

MO THE CAT SLEUTH IS BACK Even the baby raccoons appeared huge to the cats as they shrank to the far corners of their temporary apartments at Cats Pause Feline Shelter. The felines' one objective: avoid the invaders' furry little hands that reached between the narrow bars for leftover cat dinner - lest they become part of the raccoons' diet, too. Mum, save me Mo silently pleaded to her human companion Kate, who was at this hour several miles away and sleeping soundly. Good grief thought Kate as she sat bolt upright in bed, her head spinning, her eyes blurry from sleep. What is going on at the shelter? Mo reserves telepathy for dire emergencies, and she is most certainly sending a distress signal. Kate jumped out of bed and began dressing warmly for her trek into the Oregon winter night. Although Kate knew something was terribly amiss from Mo's frantic pleas, she couldn't know that a raccoon invasion had occurred at the shelter - and that a grisly murder had been committed there as well