An insipid second outing for the PR firm of Doug Perkins and Gerry Tate (Cover-up Story), now hired by organizer Rose Chesne-Malvern to publicize a show called Cats Through the Ages, held in one of London's airport hotels. We're given an exhaustive rundown of the prime exhibits--star turn Lady Purr-fect; breeder Helena Keswick's Mother Brown and her latest litter; writer Kellington Dasczo's Pearlie King; Betty Lington's beautiful, stupid Silver Fir; a pair of Sumatran tigers shown by Latin ex-revolutionary Carlotta Montera; and Rose's own entry, Pandora, who promptly adopts Doug. Sculptor Hugo Verrier has cast a replica of Dick Whittington's cat in gold with emerald eyes and insured it for an immense sum. The disappearance of the gold cat is followed by the discovery of organizer Rose's body in the tiger's cage. The police inspector in charge, however, soon pinpoints her killer--in a clumsy climax that has Doug playing hero with an enraged tiger. Not content with her relentlessly delineated cats, the author has thrown in a subplot involving a trio of ""cute"" youngsters. For feline fanciers only, and a downer in Babson's uneven production.