There comes a time in every cat’s life when he feels he’s got it made. And it may surprise you that I was just such a cat. I had my sweet spot on the couch, I had my daily dose of kibble, I had my health, friends and the best human a cat can find. In other words: bliss. And of course that’s when tragedy struck in the form of Passion Island. The reality show didn’t just upset our lives by its sheer popularity, finding amongst its most avid fans the entire Poole family and its cats (minus myself, of course), but also because five of its contestants, all women, had recently gone missing.
So off Odelia went, to Thailand, undercover as one of the show’s contestants, along with Chase. And Odelia wouldn’t be Odelia if she didn’t insist Dooley and I tag along. I wasn’t happy about it, but what could I do? It’s hard to say no to the woman who pays for your kibble and provides a roof over your head. Soon we were up to our eyeballs in seducers and seductresses, mysterious scarfaced men spying on our human, and even a relationship crisis between Odelia and Chase that threatened to derail their upcoming nuptials. Good thing Gran and Scarlett were also there. Or was it?