Harriet Hahn’s aristocratic and slightly snobbish feline, James, resides at Baron’s Chambers on Ryder Street in London and has a sophisticated palate, rarefied aesthetic tastes, and an uncanny knack for cracking unsolvable cases. He enjoys sharing the morning paper and evening cocktails with the American fine arts dealer who lives at apartment number four and has unofficially adopted him. Whether helping to deliver a baby or being called as a witness for the prosecution, the fabulous feline is the toast of high society.
The multitasking tabby is also happy to lend a paw to arranging marriages, exposing fortune hunters, directing musicals, sponsoring cat-food campaigns, and locating lost works of art. In between projects, this patrician on four paws—Sir James to you—enjoys a fine claret and the occasional catnap.