📅 Monday, December 8 The morning sun had barely touched the rooftops when the Smarts stepped outside and found their neighbor, Mrs. Delaney, pacing beside her vegetable planters. Mr. Smart called out, “Everything alright?” Mrs. Delaney huffed. “No! Something keeps stealing from my garden. First the tomatoes… then the squash… and last night, my biggest bell pepper just disappeared!” Mrs. Smart leaned sympathetically over the fence. “That’s awful — it sounds like more than jus

Welcome to Monday Mystery Blog with Frankie Sinatro, P.I. 🕵️‍♂️The coffee’s brewing, the night is quiet, and somewhere in the Smart household… mischief is afoot. Each Monday, our favorite feline detective invites you to tag along on another whisker-tingling case — where clues hide in the shadows, and justice is always served (with a side of tuna). Previously on Frankie Sinatro, P.I.: The red-yarn case was tied up neat, but a detective’s whiskers never rest. Especially when t

🕵️‍♂️ The pantry’s been raided. The cookies are crumbs. And my magnifying glass smells suspiciously like tuna. Midnight’s calling… and so is the next case. The Smart household’s gone quiet — maybe too  quiet. But when the fridge light flickers at midnight and cookie crumbs lead straight to the cat door, Detective Frankie Sinatro grabs his magnifying glass and gets to work. 🕵️‍♂️🍪Was it Deano? Oreo? Or something with a mask and a sweet tooth?Find out this Monday in “The Cas

Detective Frankie and the Case of the Missing Toy Balls. The morning sun spilled through the blinds as Detective Frankie Sinatro stretched, ready to begin another ordinary day… until he noticed something terribly wrong. His prized toy balls — the sparkly blue, the jingly red, and the fluffy green — were gone! Detective Frankie’s whiskers drooped. Those weren’t just toys — they were his treasures. Each one held a piece of his happiest days, and without them, the playroom felt

Cats don’t believe in snack time. They believe in snack opportunities. 😹 One minute your treats are in the bag, the next — poof! — gone, as if by feline magic (or maybe a midnight snack mission). Maybe it was Frankie on a stealth treat patrol, or Deano “taste-testing for quality assurance.” Either way, today’s reminder: sometimes life’s little mysteries are best left unsolved — especially if they involve crumbs and purrs. ✨ Laugh a little, love a lot, and remember — curiosit