The slicing Southern wit of Rita Mae Brown takes a slightly different tenor in this tale, claimed to be co-authored by Brown's cat, Sneaky Pie. There's also the voices of cats, dogs, horses, and mice in this tale, and things get fishy when several horse racing jockeys are murdered with daggers to the heart. Good thing the cat Mrs. Murphy is involved--"The day we think like humans we're in trouble," she says--who rallies her friends to go digging around and figure out what the humans can't. --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.
2 of 5 people found the following review helpful: This cat meows to much., September 9, 2001 Reviewer: A reader from Virginia Rita, as an author, reminds me of cotton candy -- sweet, full of empty calories and no substance. Harry will never be in a position to emulate J. B. Fletcher. She exhibits more sense than Rick Shaw (who is a sheriff in name only) does but she is in the bad habit of "solving" crimes more in spite of herself than anything else. This novel is no exception.