Apple Cat Novels & Stories

OK, so Officer Randell wasn’t pulling my leg. “Told you so Alsie-Alsie. Big cats, and thumbs.” “It’s just Alsie, Detective Alsie. You do know there is a breed of cats with extra digits, right? They’re called polydactyl cats. Polydactyl means extra digits. It’s really, not that weird, uncommon, but not weird.” Not going to lie, a big cat, bigger than a lion being a polydactyl is weird. But I’m not about to tell Office Randell that.

“So you got a kitten today. Tell me about it?” “Well it’s a girl. She’s really small with blue eyes. She is all white with orange, and black spots. Dee-Dee called her a calico. She’s about two months old. She is sweet, but shy. I….um…had actually called you to let you know I had to make a big purchase today to get what I needed for her. I’ll find a way to pay it back. I’ll get a job if I have to.”

Surely, no one would ever let the queen walk from palace to palace, so a carriage will always be ready. The inner palace’s carriage is pulled by four, well-trained Ringotora, or Apple Tigers. These creatures are not exactly tigers. They’re more similar to panthers, although with slightly bigger physiques, and their fur pattern was almost like cheetahs. The ‘apple’ in their name is chosen because of their slightly yellow fur, like an apple’s flesh, and their red dots. Their tail is long and slim, similar to cheetahs, however, they have bushy end, like brush. “Aren’t they cute, Eunuch Sai?” The queen asked, pointing at the big cats that were laying quietly on the ground.

He asked, "where's the cat?" An Taotao pointed to the bathroom and said, "mother Chen is Bathing meow. It's a newborn milk meow with super bright eyes. She's trying to survive." Mr. King answered. Soon after, the bathroom door was opened and Chen Ma came out with her milk in her arms. That is an orange meow, lovely and edible! An Taotao took the meow, smiled and said, "Wow, it's a chrysanthemum cat. It's said that chrysanthemum cat can eat super,."

I reassure the young girl. Yes, Ria, everything will be alright; I want to hear those words as well. I prepare the IV for Jupiter, the cat. She's a female feline with gray fur and golden eyes. Persian cats are medium size cats. "Is it going to hurt mommy? Is he going to be alright?"

The cat comes out purring rubbing herself against Ghost's long legs. "She's a Norwegian forest cat. White ones are rare. They're usually tri-colored or dark gray," Leelie tries to sell him on it. "Made a dent in your pocket," "You better keep the hair under control," he points at me. He steps back and is about to walk out when the cat meows loudly. He looks back at her. The cat goes over to him rubbing herself on Jayk's legs. Jayk crouches down to pet her and I swear she falls in love with him in that instant because she rolls over pawing at him. He smiles rubbing her belly.

"Mr. Fibbins?" Before she can answer, a black furry head appears at her ankle, bright green eyes staring at me before the cat gives a demanding yowl. Alice smiles and picks him up, rubbing her face in his fur as she steps aside to let me in. I follow, even more bewildered. Alice and a cat? Unlike many women I know, she's never liked pets, and I can only imagine what the shedding fur and the claws will do to her design projects. Although I've been to her apartment more times than I can count, it's as if I'm stepping into another

Muscat decided to get out of the room for the first time, hissed at him. "Ah!" Roses screamed. "What's that beast?!" He was pointing at the cat, trembling. Ace and Loki gaped at Muscat. Minnie and I looked at each other in confusion. It was Ace who first talked. "I'm telling you now, that is no Bengal cat." "What do you mean?" Minnie and I asked at the same time. "It's bigger than a full-grown adult Bengal now, "Ace said, eyes twinkling in awe. "And now that it had gained weight and not as thin as before, I am quite sure that it's a panther."

"It's better he does it out here than by throwing your silver decorations at my face." Matteo looked out at his nephew, his features completely still. "Julian told me you spent the morning organizing the laundry room for those animals." "They're cats, Mr. Alcantara. They have names," I corrected him, pulling my legs up onto the bench and crossing them. "The orange one is Nacho, the gray one is Smokey, and the little chaotic one is Biscuit. You should try memorizing them. It’s good for your brain."

Maria bathes the cat, looks at the nametag hanging from its collar, and sighs, “Your name is Eny? …Aren't you a male cat?" The fat cat tilted its head, meowing freely for two hours, that's right, Eny is a male cat, pregnant like a female cat, a pregnant male cat!