If you're a cat, you only have nine lives to live. But if you live them right, nine is enough to solve the mysteries of the universe. Cool cat sleuths, Tatania and Zeus, find clues as intoxicating as catnip and help their humans, fun-loving 1920s detectives, Grace and Jack, solve mysteries without missing a nap.

When 8-year-old Ben disappears, his mother Pearl undertakes a relentless quest in their small judgmental town, even as she faces suspicion from her husband, Eddie. Armed with clues hinting at church member Meredith's involvement, Pearl risks all, breaking laws and facing adversaries. Despite temporary imprisonment, she rescues Ben from Meredith's remote cabin. Pearl's journey, riddled with societal judgment and marital discord, ultimately leads her to a fresh start with Ben, a testament to a mother's unwavering love, the danger of insular societies, and the power of self-belief.

Jolene Hartgrave, here! I went from being a top dog lawyer to a hangdog pet psychic in the ruff part of town, all thanks to a pesky curse that gave me the gift of gabbing with animals. But my luck is finally looking up. I’ve teamed up with a hottie police officer and his snarky, lie-sniffing German shepherd to catch criminals. From a murdered fashion icon spinning a web of lies to the killed curator of an occult museum, I’m doggedly helping the police bring the bad guys to justice.

Who would kill to win a pie competition? Finding the body was a shock. When all the clues point her way, Maddie must clear her name. As the timer ticks down in the race to find the murderer before Maddie’s jailed, or the body count climbs, she enlists the help of her friends — one of the furry variety. Then there’s the sheriff. While her ex-flame's just as confused, does he really believe she’s innocent? If only solving murder were as easy as apple pie! If you love Murder She Wrote, you’ll enjoy Maddie’s style, because she’s not taking no for an answer, either.

Every town has its secrets, but no one has a secret like hers. Amber Blackwood, lifelong resident of Edgehill, Oregon, has earned a reputation for being a semi-reclusive odd duck. Her store The Quirky Whisker is full of curiosities, from extremely potent sleepy teas and ever-burning candles to kids' toys that seem to run endlessly without the aid of batteries. The people of Edgehill think of the Quirky Whisker as an integral part of their feline-obsessed town, but most give Amber herself a wide berth.

Few check in to the timelessly classic Club Blue and even fewer check out. Anna Hall arrives in Sebring, Maine, with her two teenage boys and a bold dream. Investing her late husband's life insurance policy into the classy yet nearly forgotten motel Club Blue, the ambitious single mother hits the much-needed reset button on her troubled life. However, when peculiar guests arrive and strange sounds leak through the oddly thick walls, Anna quickly finds her lifelong dream plummeting into a short-lived nightmare.

When Holly Kelly moves from Miami to the lavish Laguna Palms neighborhood, seeking community and friendship-with her husband and rambunctious triplets in tow-she finds it in spades. She is soon drawn into the intimate lives of almost everyone in their beachfront cul-de-sac, especially her three new ride-or-dies: Gina, Greta, and Chloe. But when the neighborhood's holiday fruitcake exchange takes a dark turn, the bodies start piling up. The deaths seem like accidents-at first.

A small town with big secrets. A neighbor who bites. Plus a house with a mind of its own. Welcome to Wisteria.

Meet Sidney Grace. Quirky journalist, Hesitant witch, Professional butterfingers. Her grandmother believes Sidney’s talent for communicating with the dead makes her the most powerful witch in the family, but Sidney just wants to make it through the day without getting fired.

My life was going just fine by most standards. I ran a successful business in a tight-knit magical community, and lived just blocks from a beautiful lake and series of hiking trails. Then Selene showed up. According to some magical code I inherit my aunt's ancient familiar; a grumpy ten-pound cat with a broken filter. She fancies herself something of a saber-toothed tiger, and claims to have wrestled the thread of her ninth life from the hands of the Fates themselves—although, I'm pretty sure that last part isn't true. Almost positive.