Joe Sixsmith has lost his job as a lathe operator-and is in the process of losing his hair, too-but that doesn't mean he's going to sink into a midlife crisis. Instead he decides to start a new career as a private investigator, with his grumpy, pork rind–eating cat, Whitey, at his side.
To his surprise, there's no shortage of work, and before he knows it he's dealing with murder, drugs, and thugs-not to mention the meddlesome matchmaking attempts of his aunt Mirabelle.
