Apple Cat Novels & Stories

Her furry, lovable pets. Spring, the cute fluffy hamster. Summer, the hot-blooded energetic pink piglet. Fall, her prim and proper Maine Coon cat and Winter, her white lazy-cozy Alaskan Malamute. She sighed, worried if those boys had already fed and bathe them. Her long lashes quivered as the cold wind splashed across her face. She closed her eyes for a moment, and when she opened them, below the second story of the four-story building, she saw that messy-haired guy.

“You know who I am.” "Of course," she whispered, taking slow, calculated steps toward him. "Alpha Kael. The merciless king of the forest. Tell me... do you growl as well as you fuck?" His eyes flashed gold. In one swift movement, he closed the distance between them, his hand wrapping around her throat—not tight enough to hurt, but firm enough to make her wolf purr. "You’re bold, rogue." "You’re hard," she murmured, her thigh brushing against his. Kael released her with a grunt, stepping back as if her touch burned. "You have a death wish."

“Only if you say please first.” “Please!” Nyla shouted, already reaching for the first thing she could. He laughed, surprised, and handed her the smallest box. She rushed to the living room and tore into it like it was Christmas morning. Inside was a plush orange cat with huge eyes and a little bell collar. Nyla squealed and immediately hugged it to her chest. “It’s orange!” she announced. “You like orange?" Alexander asked, glancing at me. What were the odds that he bought something in her favorite color for her?

It was the silliest picture of my cat. The pinned contact name at the top read, "Darling".

As usual Dita in staying away Jay, but there is a different Dita is not alone she was accompanied by a gray-haired cat, can be said to be a British short hair cat that was bought by Jay so that Dita was not lonely at home. Dita fed the cat while stroking her fur. "Eat a lot." The cat also ate with gusto. "What name suits you? Ashes? Mochi? But I like the name mochi, " ucap Dita.

We must teach them to value everything they receive in life. I glanced at Wyatt, who had the same expression. It was hard for any parent, but we had to carry on with our decision. "How about this?" My mind snapped at Wyatt's words and spotted his eyes twinkling with ideas. "My mother has a cat at her house. Her name is Cookie with white fur, and she is five years old, so she's not a kitten anymore." My brows furrow with the description. Somehow it sounded familiar. "I'll ask my mother to lend her for a week so you can learn how to take care of her." He continued.

The squealing of a kitten running around the house had me jump up, placing both feets on the couch. Aurora ran after it, trying to catch it and take it back to her room. Instantly I figured out that she was the owner. A memory ran through my head, a small girl with long dark hair and ocean blue eyes, and I trying to catch a little rabbit. I supported my head with my hand and bowed. “Sir Alex, should I get you a cup of water?” The worry in her voice became very evident. “Albert, get me a glass of water quickly.”

Cara chuckled to herself at the cat's presumptuous behavior,"Well, just make yourself at home kitty." The calico paused momentarily to meow at Cara before continuing to groom her pretty patch work fur. Cara smiled down at her as she continued to rock back and forth slowly. The animal seemed very familiar to her. She tried to remember if she had seen the calico cat before. Maybe it belonged to one of her neighbors? Then she noticed the red collar with a little tag that looked like a rainbow and white cloud. "Here, kitty, kitty...", Cara called out to the cat. The calico stood, arching it's back, before stretching out the rest of her body. It then stuck it's tail straight up into the air befor

Selena groaned when he propped her to get moving, "But I'm telling the truth! She has my Ragdoll cat! He's cute and white with long furs and has little blue eyes. Come on! I'm not going back without him!" When he realized she gave an accurate description of Froyo, he exclaimed with dismay, "You mean Froyo?!" "Hey! We're not handing him back!" They gathered around her, protesting, "He's our morale booster!" "And he keeps the commissioner from yelling at us." "Guys, she wants to take Froyo back!" "Froyo?! Never!" "Hell no! Kick her out! Quick!"

I didn’t need to get him breakfast just to say thank you, but I guess my desperation got the better of me because now I’m currently standing inside a stranger’s home before nine in the morning carrying enough breakfast to feed a small family. The cat lets out a demanding little chirp, and I immediately crouched down, running my fingers through its impossibly soft fur. “Well, hello to you too.”I coo softly. It’s a Persian breed, so Gorgeous, fluffy, and the cat is carrying itself with the kind of confidence usually reserved for royalty and people who’d never been told no. Its coat ls a cloud of pristine white silk, and its eyes God, its eyes were striking blue, so large, expressive, and so pr