Kristy and the Cat Burglar (The Baby-Sitters Club Mystery #36‪)‬

Ya know ya feel like what pikachu the MURDER!!!!!

Correction to the preceeding review, this mystery has but one life.

*UwU* *pounces on this mystery* I weally woved this mystewy book *nuzzles author Ellen Miles* This scintiwwating nyuvw was gweat! Kwisty is my most favowite chawactew of aww time. *owo* Cawy is weawwy coow too. I'm disappointed that thewe wewen't mowe cats in the stowy though. *UwU*

This is youw wast chance. Aftew this, thewe is nyo tuwnying back. You take the bwue piww - the stowy ends, you wake up in youw bed and bewieve whatevew you want to bewieve. You take the wed piww - you stay in Wondewwand and I show you how deep the wabbit-howe goes. *ounces on you*

Tannyew Gweenwing

PS - I wuvd this onye.
PPS - Goodbye Mystewies

*pounces away*

But, let’s not get too Frisky: It is a Fancy Feast of a mystery. While there are not as many cats as Ann, Ellen, and Ed promised, I was not disappointed. This scintillating novel found a novel way to scintillate this reviewer: Eccentric millionaires, kidnapping, and surprisingly fewer cats than I expected. I was disappointed about the lack of cats.

Anyway, if I have one complaint about this mystery it is that somebody (I’m looking at you, ELLEN) burgled ALL OF THE DANG CATS OUT OF IT.

Oh, also: this is the end, beautiful friend. This is the end. Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow creeps in this petty pace from day to day until the last syllable of recorded time. And all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death. Good bye, Mysteries.

– Jack Shepherd (P.S. I loved this one
P.P.S. Good bye, Mysteries.)