3 Little Kittens Book From Despicable Me Novels & Stories

“Because right now you’re looking at me the exact same way.” I turned my head slightly. Our faces were inches apart. His breath warmed my lips. For a second, I thought he was going to kiss me. “Marcus! Sophia! Where are the beers?” Mia called from the living room. We jumped apart like we’d been burned. Marcus smirked as he grabbed the six-pack. “Saved by my sister. For now.” I let out a shaky breath. “You’re trouble, Kane.” “You have no idea,” he murmured, brushing past me on purpose, his hand grazing my hip. “But you’re going to find out this weekend.”

Ava whimpered, walls fluttering around Jordan’s fingers. “And when you’re really going at it?” Jordan leaned closer, lips brushing Ava’s ear. “I grab my dildo from the drawer. The thick purple one. I fuck myself with it while I listen to you come. Imagining it’s your mouth on me. Or your fingers. Or your tongue.” Ava’s eyes widened, a fresh gush of wetness coating Jordan’s hand. Jordan pulled her fingers out slowly, slick strands connecting them to Ava’s entrance. She reached under the bed and pulled out a small black vibrator, curved, and ridged with a pronounced head.

Aubrey chirps up with an adorable wiggle. “Let me get you fed and taken care of, Little Kitten, then you should go over to your apartment and shower. Put something cute on and I’ll take you and Jack to lunch in a few hours,” I say before kissing her tenderly and making my way to the kitchen to whip up some omelets and sausages with toast and fresh fruit.

I plucked three daisies and uttered sorry to the other flowers for I have taken three daisies from them. And before I got up from crouching down, I heard a little meow. I looked around and then there I heard it again. I followed the voice and behind a small log, there was an orange colored tiny kitten. Goddess! Someone might have abandoned this kitten here. How heartless! How could they leave such a poor cute little thing? “Meow.” I uttered, mimicking a cat’s tone. The kitten looked at me, and so I repeated it again,

Her ears twitched, but she remained where she was. The kittens, however, were instantly lured away from their hiding spot. I imagined their mother was completely exasperated at their idiocy. One gray striped kitten, one black, and one gray and orange kitten tumbled from the bushes. They began to eat the fish with gusto. Although they were all so wobbly that more than one got more food on their faces and paws than in their mouths. “What fatties.” Niamh stroked the striped kitten, but it barely registered the touch.

I held his gaze. He smiled. It was unsettling and reminded me of that creepy Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland. I never liked that book. It left me unsettled, but I’ve read it many times since it’s Delilah’s favorite. ‘He’s the Cheshire Wolf. The cat could disappear into the darkness and reappear at his leisure. Maybe that’s why he’s so stuck on calling us kitten.’ Emilia concluded. ‘Or he’s just a dick.’

“It’s… fragile.” Her eyes widened, and she carefully untied the bow, her fingers trembling with anticipation. When the ribbon fell away, she lifted the lid slowly, and the box moved. She yelped in surprise, pulling the lid off completely. Inside was a tiny, fluffy calico kitten, a patchwork of black, gray, orange, and white. Its wide blue eyes looked up at her, and it let out a pitiful little “Meeeeow!” “Oh! Ohhh!” Kathrine gasped, scooping the kitten into her arms. It clung to her bright green shirt with its tiny claws, mewling softly. “She’s so cute and tiny and…!”

Knowing my glare of ‘don’t you fucking dare’ which seems to cool his jets, and he switches to a charming smile instead to cover his misdemeanour. The miaow calls to me again and I’m so drawn I completely forget all else. I lean in to peer at the delicate little bundle of ginger stripes and fluffy white tummy and really take stock that it's not some rabid gargoyle at all. It’s a kitten. A little blue-eyed poofy bundle, crying desperately to be picked up. Cooing and calling me to adore its precious little fluffiness.

My feisty little kitten. Damn! I'm in love.