The Cuthbert Catwatch Society - The Case of the Missing Phone

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 College. Willow tapped on a low screen with her paw. “Cheyenne?” she whispered.

The curtain rustled. A deep voice answered. “What now?”

Cheyenne appeared in the window, fur impeccably groomed, eyes sharp. “Lost phone? I don’t waste time on trivial—”



“She’s not who I meant!” Willow interrupted. “I meant Jules.”

At that moment, a voice behind them chimed in:

“Well, well, what have we here?”

Standing at the gate was a tall, thin woman with shoulder-length teal spikes, combat boots, and a black backpack. Peeking out of the top, a fluffy Himalayan cat surveyed the group with regal disdain.



“Oh darling,” the cat said. “You must be the famous Catwatch Society.”

The cats stared, stunned.

“I’m Lisbeth,” the cat purred. “And this is Jules. She’s quite handy with human tech. I, of course, am the brains.”

“You talk,” Spot said, startled.

“You talk,” Lisbeth countered, lifting one perfect eyebrow. “How quaint.”



Jules knelt, brushing a streak of oil from her cheek. “Fred’s phone, eh? We’ll need to retrace his steps. Lisbeth, give me the backpack rig.”

Lisbeth leapt smoothly to the ground and strutted over to Boo. “So. What clues do we have?”



The group sprang into action. Spot recounted where Fred last sat—on the bench by the post office. Midnight remembered hearing a buzz near the recycling bins. Nosey had knocked over a flowerpot near the fence—possibly related.

Jules scanned the area with a small handheld receiver.



“I’ve got a signal. Faint Bluetooth ping, maybe…” She turned and pointed. “Backyard compost heap.”

They all ran.

There, among the banana peels and crushed soda cans, was a barely-visible slab of metal.

“BINGO,” Jules declared, holding up Fred’s phone with tongs. “Still functional.”



“GROSS!” Willow gagged.

“You’re welcome,” Lisbeth said, tail held high.

The cats looked at each other, amazed.

“Welcome to the team,” Boo said.

“Oh, darling, I thought you’d never ask,” Lisbeth replied.





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