Catgirls Can Do It!

I’ll admit, I side-eyed the title when this landed in my queue. *Catgirls Can Do It!* sounds like a meme masquerading as a novel—but by Chapter 3, I was hooked, and by the climax, I was mentally casting the Netflix adaptation. Simon Archer’s real trick is treating the absurd premise with deadpan seriousness. The catgirls aren’t just fanservice; they’re a corporate strike team with actual stakes, and their powers (enhanced agility, pheromone control, *that tail*) are woven into the plot with surprising tact. Clark’s POV grounds the madness—his internal monologue oscillates between exasperation at his team’s antics and genuine awe at their competence, which mirrors the listener’s experience. Moran’s performance is *almost* flawless. Her Clark is pitch-perfect—a tired everyman with a steel spine—but a few of the male side characters blur together in tone, especially during rapid-fire dialogue. The real standout is how she handles the action: fight scenes crackle with energy, and she sells the physicality (you’ll *feel* the moment a catgirl uses her tail to yank a gun from an assassin’s hand). My only gripe? The pacing stumbles in the middle during a protracted negotiation subplot—Archer’s corporate jargon is fun at first but wears thin when it drags. Still, the payoff—a third-act twist involving a *very* creative use of catgirl biology—makes it worth the slog. If you love stories where the superheroics are secondary to the *vibe* (think *Leverage* meets *Monster Musume* with a PhD in economics), this is your next obsession.