They’d just finished dinner and were waiting for Josh. Ruth Rose sighed. “Tiger hasn’t come home yet?” Dink asked. She shook her head. “Cats can be pretty mysterious sometimes,” Dink said. He wanted Ruth Rose to feel better. “Maybe she’s visiting a cat buddy somewhere.” Ruth Rose looked down. “She’s never stayed away like this.” Suddenly Dink noticed that Ruth Rose had forgotten her headband. Her curly hair was hanging in her eyes. Just then Josh came running down Woody Street, carrying his sketch pad. He jogged across Dink’s lawn. “Did Tiger come back yet?” he asked. “No,” Ruth Rose said, standing up. “Come on, let’s go see who brings Mozart back.” A few minutes later, they were ringing Mrs. Davis’s doorbell. Ruth Rose had a determined look in her eye. “If this guy has cat scratches on his hands, I’m calling Officer Fallon.” Mrs. Davis opened her door dressed for the occasion. The green gem in her necklace sparkled in the evening sunlight.
