My name, if you’re interested in my story, is Moss O’Malley. I’m a twenty-five-year-old professional thief. I’m also a shifter. I turn into a big fluffy Ragdoll with bright green eyes. Yeah, I’m genuinely cute and cuddly. But also devious.
Or at least I used to be.
You see, a while back, I put together a crime circle. My friends and I used our shifting and glamour abilities to rob local. And for almost a full year, it worked. We successfully evaded detection, all while lining our pockets.
It wasn’t like we were really hurting anyone. We always chose businesses with insurance. They got paid back. The worst thing that happened for them was a bit of inconvenience.
It was the best setup, and my friends and I were all on cloud nine.
That is, until we got caught.
Well, I say we got caught, but that’s not exactly accurate. We were squealed on, by a member of our team who turned out to be the world’s biggest narc. So, it’s less that we were caught and more that we were given up.
Some human named Angie Russo and her cat caught on to Peter and ambushed our carefully planned heist. From what I understand, she was electrocuted by an old coffeemaker and--boom—suddenly she could talk to her cat. It all snowballed from there, culminating in Peter squealing on me to shorten his sentence.
Anyway, that’s all ancient history. What’s past is past, and what I really want to know about is my future. Mainly, whether or not I’m going to spend the rest of my life in the slammer, or if the judge and jury will see this all as one big misunderstanding and set me loose on the streets again… where I can get back to thieving straight away.
What? You expect me to give up on a good gig just like that?