I know p*ssies. Cats, that is. If you've got a feline nightmare on your hands, I'm the guy who can fix it. When I hear about a cat hoarder named Estelle, I envision a mentally unstable old lady, not the blond bombshell who opens the door. With a 100 percent success rate, I've never had trouble finishing a job. But just a few hours into this project and one thing is clear-Estelle and her band of misfit p*ssies will give me a run for my money... and my heart.