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Tales from the Deckpaw – A Cuthbert Catwatch Society Story

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Tales from the Deckpaw The moon hung low over Cuthbert, casting silver light across the old rail yard. Willow sat balanced on a weathered crate, idly chewing a twig. Nosey lay sprawled on her belly, tail twitching in excitement. And there, on his usual perch atop the railroad ties, Old Tom gazed toward the horizon as if it still held the smell of salt and storm. “You ever wonder, young’uns,” Tom began, “how I come by this weathered hide an’ this here clouded eye?” “Yes!” Nosey burst out before Willow could even open her mouth. “Was it a dog? A hawk? A—” “Aye,” Tom rumbled, “’twas a hawk, a dog, an’ the sea herself — all in one day.” Willow raised an eyebrow. “Pretty sure that’s not possible.” Tom grinned, slow and knowing. “When ye’ve sailed the Magnolia Belle, anything be possible.” The Stowaway Kitten “I was but a strip of a kitten,” Tom continued, “huntin’ rats down at the docks. One stormy night, I slip aboard a cargo ship, hidin’ in the shadows, thinkin’ I’d scored ...
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The Cuthbert Catwatch Society - The Case of the Missing Phone

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The Case of the Missing Phone A Cuthbert Catwatch Society Mystery The morning air was thick with summer heat as the Cuthbert Catwatch Society lounged beneath the shade of a pecan tree behind the hardware store. Nosey, as usual, was pouncing at dust motes and shouting “AHA!” at nothing in particular. That’s when she bolted upright. “Fred’s lost his phone!” she yowled. “He was looking everywhere and even asked Pequeña if he ate it!” Willow, chewing on a twig, raised an eyebrow. “Did he?” Pequeña gave an offended snort from his spot in the shade. “No, but Fred’s getting frantic,” Nosey said. “He said all his stuff’s on that phone!” Boo narrowed her eyes. “Very well. We’ll help.” Midnight stretched and yawned. “A phone hunt? This’ll be thrilling.” “Wait!” Willow said, eyes lighting up. “I know someone who can help. She’s kind of… brilliant. And scary.” The cats followed Willow down Lumpkin Street, through hedges and fences, until they reached a tidy old house near Andrew Colle...
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Officer Willie Mae - A Cuthbert Catwatch Society Story

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Officer Willie Mae A Cuthbert Catwatch Society Story It was a warm, muggy morning in Cuthbert, Georgia. The dew still clung to the grass, and the sun had only just begun peeking over the pine trees when Boo called an emergency meeting. Nosey arrived first, tumbling over a root and landing at Willie Mae’s paws. “Gator,” Willie Mae said flatly, eyes narrowed as she watched the horizon. Nosey blinked. “You mean… like, with teeth and a tail and—” “Yes,” Willie Mae interrupted. “Big. Green. Not friendly.” The rest of the Catwatch Society soon gathered under the old gazebo in the town square: Midnight, sleek and brooding; Willow, her short tail flicking with interest; Spot, who just said, “Oh no,” in his clearest voice; and Boo, perched high, eyes sharp and calm. “It’s in the lake,” Boo announced. “Lokey Lake. Probably came up through a storm drain. This is Florida-level business, so I’m putting Willie Mae in charge.” Willie Mae gave a curt nod. Her tuxedo fur gleamed in the morning...
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