The Cuthbert Catwatch Society- The Lost Dog on Lumpkin Street



 “The Lost Dog on Lumpkin Street”



A Cuthbert Catwatch Society Story


It was just after a summer storm when Ginny came racing up the sidewalk, her calico fur puffed and her meow high and urgent. Boo was finishing her patrol along the east edge of Lumpkin Street when she spotted the normally chatty cat mewing frantically from beneath a hydrangea bush.


“Izzy’s gone!” Ginny cried. “The thunder scared her—she bolted through the screen door and ran straight down the street!”


“Izzy?” Boo repeated, ears perked. “That little dog you live with?”


Ginny nodded. “Tyron is looking everywhere, but I saw where she went! A couple scooped her up and drove away. I think they meant well—they were gentle—but Tyron doesn’t know!”


Boo narrowed her eyes, thinking quickly. “We’ll find her. But we’ll need the whole team.”





Phase 1: Intelligence Gathering

Midnight was the first to be called. He slinked through the shadows along Lumpkin Street, sniffing out the tire tracks and barking faintly in the distance. Willow darted through bushes, peeking in backyards, while Spot climbed atop a recycling bin to shout “HELLO!” at anyone passing by.



Then came a breakthrough: Crookedtail, always quiet but lightning fast, appeared from behind a parked truck.


“I saw the couple,” he said, his crooked tail twitching. “They live two blocks over, by the church. They had Izzy in a towel. She looked scared but safe.”


“Follow them,” Boo ordered. “Don’t let them see you.”


Crookedtail vanished in a flash of gray, leaving behind a cloud of dust.





Phase 2: The Rescue Plan

That evening, Boo perched outside Cheyenne’s screened window.


“We found Izzy, but we need a way to tell the humans where she belongs,” Boo said.


Cheyenne, sipping from a saucer of cream, furrowed her brow. “Do they have a dog?” she asked.


“They have two cats,” Boo replied. “One of them is… Spot.”


Cheyenne’s tail flicked. “That Spot? The one who talks?”


“The very one.”


Cheyenne’s eyes gleamed. “Perfect.”





Phase 3: The Message

The plan was risky but brilliant. Willie Mae and Spot, now identified as part of the same household that rescued Izzy, were recruited that night under the porch. Ginny joined them, crouching beside the front steps.


“They like to sit on the porch swing around sunset,” Ginny whispered.


The moment came. The couple sat outside with Izzy wrapped in a blanket. Spot padded up, looked the woman straight in the eye and said clearly:

“Tyron. Lumpkin. Now.”


The woman nearly dropped her iced tea.


Willie Mae added a theatrical hiss for good measure.





Resolution

The next morning, Tyron stood at the edge of the sidewalk, tears in his eyes as Izzy sprinted toward him from the couple’s porch. The woman explained everything—how they’d meant to take her to the shelter but wanted to wait until morning. Tyron could only laugh and thank them.




Later that night, the Cuthbert Catwatch Society met beneath a fig tree.


“Well done,” Boo said, nodding to Crookedtail, Ginny, and Spot in turn.


Cheyenne meowed smugly from her window.


“Let’s hope no more storms blow through this week,” Midnight grumbled.


Boo purred softly. “If they do, we’ll be ready.”





And with that, peace returned to Lumpkin Street—until the next adventure called.


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