In this novel in the  New York Times bestselling Second Chance Cat Mystery series, secondhand shop owner Sarah Grayson and her rescue cat, Elvis, get caught up in a case of she said, she said...   When Sarah Grayson opened a secondhand shop in the quaint town of North Harbor, Maine, she was expecting peace and quiet. Then she was adopted by a rescue cat named Elvis and a kooky trio of senior sleuths known as Charlotte’s Angels. Now she has nine lives worth of excitement...   Sarah’s friend and employee Rose is delivering a customer’s purchase when the quick errand becomes a deadly escapade. Rose arrives just in time to see the customer murdered by his wife, but before she can call the police, she is knocked out cold. When she wakes up, no one believes her, especially after the woman claims her husband is very much alive and has left her for someone else—and has a text message and empty bank account to prove it.   Despite her convincing story, Sarah is sure something is fishy—and it’s not Elvis’s kitty treats. Sarah, Elvis, and the Angels are determined to unravel this mysterious yarn, before the feral killer pounces again... Praise for the New York Times Bestselling Second Chance Cat Mysteries “A surefire winner.”— New York Times bestselling author Miranda James “A series sure to appeal to anyone who loves a combination of felonies and felines.”— Richmond Times-Dispatch “Cleverly planned and flawlessly executed...full of humor, cat antics, intrigue and suspense...the best of both worlds for those who love cats and cozy mysteries.”—Open Book Society “Enjoyable from beginning to end; readers will look forward to more.”—RT Book Reviews “If you enjoy a cozy mystery featuring a lovable protagonist with a bevy of staunch friends, a shop you’d love to explore, plenty of suspects, and a super smart cat, you’ll love The Whole Cat and Caboodle .”—MyShelf.com “Enjoyable...Remember, everyone has a secret, even the cat.”—Kings River Life Magazine Sofie Ryan is a New York Times bestselling author and mixed-media artist who loves to repurpose things in her life and her art. She writes the New York Times bestselling Second Chance Cat mysteries and, as Sofie Kelly, writes the New York Times bestselling Magical Cats mysteries. Chapter 1 The last thing Rose Jackson saw before she was coldcocked with a plastic sailboat fender was the body of Jeff Cameron being dragged across his kitchen floor. At least that was what she was telling everyone from her bed at Northeastern Medical Center. Earlier that Wednesday evening, Elvis and I had been settled in the big chair in front of the bedroom TV. We'd watched part one of the Gotta Dance reunion special, and when the credits had begun to scroll across the screen, I'd intended to get up, but before I knew it I was caught up in the campy drama of Restless Days, the popular new nighttime soap that was turning out to be the hit of the summer television season. Elvis was sprawled across my lap and I didn't want to move him. At least that's what I told myself. I tucked my feet up underneath me and reached for the big bowl of popcorn covered in Parmesan cheese that I'd made just before Gotta Dance began. It was empty. I glanced down at the floor to see if any had spilled. No. "I guess we ate it all," I said to Elvis. The cat lifted his head, looked at me through narrowed green eyes and made a soft murp. I made a face at him. "Okay, I ate it all." Satisfied that had been cleared up, he dropped his head on my lap again. Elvis was the only one with whom I could share my secret addiction to Gotta Dance. Since he was a small black cat with a scar across his nose and not the King of Rock and Roll, he wasn't likely to say anything about how caught up I was in the must-see-TV celebrity dance show. Because I had two left feet myself, I knew if my brother Liam found out he'd laugh himself silly, not to mention wheedle that video of me doing the bird dance in middle school from Mom. "Part two will be on in an hour and a half," I said, setting the empty popcorn bowl on the footstool. I reached over the side of the chair and picked up the small dish of cat crackers I'd brought in for Elvis. There were three left. The cat, it seemed, had paced himself a little better than I had. I arranged the star-shaped treats in a row on my leg. He glanced at them, then looked at the TV, where the spinning mirror ball now filled the screen again in a promo for part two of the Gotta Dance reunion special. Finally, he focused his green eyes on me with a seemingly-to me-quizzical expression on his furry black face. "Matt Lauer, Kevin Sorbo, Lee Child, Christian Kane and the cute guy with the beard from that cooking show Rose made us watch," I said, ticking off the names of the show's second-half participants on the fingers of my left hand. Elvis cocked his head to one side as though he was trying to decide which celebrity he was going to root for. After a moment he made a soft "mrrr