Apple Cat Novels & Stories

Charlie started to ask, confused, until a very light, almost non-existent pressure appeared in her lower back, followed by a high-pitched meow. Dumbfounded, she turned to find a cat sitting on her bed, right behind her. Its shaggy fur was a mess of orange and white spots mixed on top of each other, and the large eyes that stared at her curiously were a soft gray, like an overcast autumn day. Feeling her heart melt as it always did when she saw any four-legged creature, Charlie gently held out her hands for him to come to her, which the cat did with impressive ease, starting to purr as soon as he snuggled his head against her neck.

In the quiet hum of the testing lab, amidst the sterile white walls and the gentle whirring of machinery, a small tabby cat slinked in through a partially open window. Its emerald eyes scanned the room, curiosity piqued by the sight of a lone bottle of milk sitting on a laboratory table. Hunger gnawed at its stomach, a primal urge that led it closer to the tantalizing scent of fresh dairy. The bottle, with its cap carelessly left open, beckoned like an oasis in the desert. With a swift paw, the cat nudged the bottle, sending it teetering towards the edge. The milk inside sloshed, a promise of nourishment and comfort.

Instinctively, she took a step back. A white Persian cat, one eye blue, the other yellow, looked at her with great satisfaction. Felicia's snow-white hands held the little cat, and she smiled, "Why are you scared, third younger sister? This is the long-haired cat that Eldest Brother sent to me. Look, it's so cute!" Emma recognized this cat from her previous life; it was Felicia's beloved pet, a proud and stubborn creature that once scratched Phil's tiny hands, making them bleed.

I t's not wrong either, it's true that he is a cat, but with a very large size.

I jerk up, narrowing my eyes and pursing my lips. “It’s on,” I warn them and dive in. * I type a reply only to delete it. Biting my lip, I shift my eyes from my computer to Orange Cat, a cleverly named orange tabby, I know. He’s one of the three barn cats Grandpa has let inside. We also have Black Cat, who is—you guessed it—black. And Tabby, a grey tabby cat. Creativity is obviously not Grandpa’s strong point. Nearly half an hour has passed and I still haven’t replied to my sister’s email. I don’t know what to say. My heart skips a beat in my chest butterflies swarm in my stomach. Closing my eyes, I flop back on my bed, mulling everything over.

It mewed again and made its way across the floor to Dillon, where it proceeded to rub itself against his leg. “There you are,” Dillon smiled as he bent down to pick up the cat. Well, it looked more like a kitten, actually. It was beautiful, a cute little fluffy Siamese kitten with light gray fur and striking blue eyes. The cat purred as Dillon affectionately stroked its head. “Cassandra, meet the Magical Ms. Mistoffelees. Or just Stoffs for short.” “She’s adorable,” I said, taking a step towards him. He passed me the kitten and it purred. “That’s quite the name,” I teased.

My kitten walks in, folding her arms. Aw shit........ *********

"It is!" I glance to the fire pit and retrieve my own matching cup to get a better look at the image. In the middle, two pieces of text arch to form an almost circle. The top piece reads "Tom's Tiki Lounge" while the bottom lists a website for Tom's. The middle of the circle is the most amazing. Smack dab between the two font arches, in full color, is a picture of a grey striped tabby cat sitting upright. Trey turns his own cup to see what I'm so excited about. "It's a cat?"

Kitten" Mew mewmewwww." Starts pawing one fake sheep. V1" *SIGHS* -----------------------------------------------------------------------