Adorable Furball Crossword Novels & Stories

“I beg your pardon! I am a knight, and knights do not have fur. Nor do dragons. They have scales. In this instance, they have gold scales. Not fur, you imbecile.” I shake my head with a smile and follow Adrian out of the room. “Can I still call them fur babies if they don’t have any fur?” He gives another chuckle. “Honestly? I’ve got no fucking idea what you’re talking about.”

"Mom got me this big fluffy dog that looks like a corgi. It has a heart-shaped butt." "So your Bob takes after you, huh?" I teased. "The perfect heart-shaped rump I can grab when I want to, right?" Instead of bashing my chest, her fingers went under my arms and began to tickle me. I screamed like a tiny fangling trying to get away.

He jumped on the bedside table and looked between us and the babies, before settling down there and sitting on his paws, becoming a huge and chubby ball of orange fur. “You finally came to see your new baby sister and baby brother,” I beamed, and Burbus mewed at me. I knew that because of his connection with the Great Golden Fire he would be able to feel when the babies came. Even though Burbus was the laziest cat I’ve met, he stayed there with his eyes open, as if he was guarding the babies, watching over them. Egan took our sated baby girl in his arms and she opened her little blue eyes slowly, yawning. His smile was so big that it almost filled his whole face. He couldn’t be happier, if i

The air was electric with energy, filled with the sound of their excited barks and playful growls, as the grassy field became their canvas for youthful antics. My pup, Alma, with her sleek, dark coat that seemed to shimmer in the light, bounded joyfully across the meadow. Her vibrant spirit matched that of Matt’s pup, Sionavar—Sion for short—whose striking silver fur caught the sunlight like a beacon. Alice’s pup, Kerian, was undeniably mischievous, with sparkling green eyes and a quick, darting movement that always kept him a step ahead. Kim’s pup ZaZu, adorned with unique patches of gray and black, gilded gracefully through the grass, while Cam’s pup Rema, the largest of the group, exuded

On the carpet, hugging each other. ------- Tabby

I shut my eyes off several times, tight-shut and not just swift blinks, in order to accustom myself to what is in front of me. It’s silver! The color of those fluffy furs is metallic silver with a golden mane around the neck that looks like a necklace and with white stockings at the base of its paws. Its head is enormous, gorgeous, and magnificent. It looks like Amaltheo somehow, but something doesn’t feel right. It’s on defense mode, standing gallantry in between me and the sleeping lady who I assume is Allyssa. There couldn’t be another anyway.

Nueva sat down on a pink desk chair and rolled it over, using her feet to get closer to her friends sitting on the bed. "So, I asked you here to show you something I found this afternoon. I went over to the lake where I got attacked by the dog. Or at least I think it was a dog?" Nueva mumbled out the last bit more to herself than to her friends. Mira shoved a handful of popcorn into her mouth and stared at her with wide dramatic eyes waiting for the big reveal. "And I found this" Nueva held up the piece of fur. The brown fur was wiry, long and dense, with a reddish fluffy undercoat.

Such a unique surname. The woman squinted at me, then she replied. “Yeah, sure, because that outfit ain't doing nothing for your figure.” I skimmed down at my outfit. I thought I looked well put together, plus ruffles were making a comeback. Miss Furball got up from her armchair and handed me a big box. “Here, see if you can find something to your liking in this." She gave me another once-over. “I highly doubt it, though.” “Thank you, Miss Furball,” I acknowledged before walking to the girls’ changing room with the box in my hands. I was relieved that most of the students were still out on the lawn enjoying themselves before the first bell rang.

I gazed down at the fur baby in my lap. So pure and adorable like you! Did he really mean that? A warm feeling sprouted inside my chest. I smiled at the fuzz bundle. “Hmmmmm so what should we name you,” I placed my finger on my chin. “How about Astra or Bubbly,”? I asked her, but she only looked at me confused.

Jenny reached for the board beside her and quickly scribbled. Cocoa. She pointed to the tiny calico furball. Dusty was white and grey. For Inky, she indicated the black one with the white nose. Snowball was, of course, all white. And the grey one that looked like its mother was Arabella. "Cocoa, Dusty, Inky, Snowball, and Arabella. And you're sure Arabella's a girl?" Jenny's eyes widened, and she looked into the box uncertainly.