Elvis Purrsley Has Left the Building

Welcome to Yesteryear, the small tourist town where every day is still 1950 or 1960-something. Poodle skirts are in, the sounds of Elvis Presley and The Supremes fill the air, everyone is kind, and bad things never happen... or at least that's what the brochure says. I wasn't looking for trouble when I returned to Yesteryear for my great-aunt's funeral, but I certainly came to the right place.
My first surprise was that I'd inherited Aunt Della's beloved cat, Elvis Purrsley.
My second surpris...