Apple Cat Novels & Stories

“Oh? A cat?” She saw a cat in a box. The color of the cat is white with patches of fading black. Around its face, there is a shadow-like patch of black fur. In the middle, she can see its big, bright, and round blue eyes. Through the patch, Agatha saw his white whiskers in a sticking-out fashion. Even the cat’s ears, paws, and tail are all black, while the rest of his body is covered in soft white fur. “So cute,” she murmured.

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.

Well, not hаtе, but I’m dеfіnіtеlу a саt person. Aрrіl’ѕ dog used tо аnnоу mе. Benny wаѕ ѕuсh a реорlе рlеаѕеr. A big, furrу, drооl-сrеаtіng, frіеndlу monster.

And in my case, a known enemy is better than an unknown friend. I huffed, but didn't reply. But the lack provided him the answer he needed. "Well then, student, things are about to get really crazy", he said coming closer. Did my cat just scratch me back? No kidding.

Milo, 27, Oxford professor now, 6'4, strawberry tie, via video, shouted "NO! Not another Carter! Too many Carters! Too many Roses! I say No!" Biscuit cat, now 6 years old, in tiny strawberry pajamas size cat, with 3 kittens now cats in tiny pajamas size cats, sneezed from kindergarten mold.

I should have asked Kane what colour the cat by the security quarters was. “What’s her name?” I asked the blond, middle-aged woman. She flashed me a warm smile. “She doesn’t have one yet. You can decide that.” Alina would give her one. I’d picked a female cat, because… well, I felt that male animals were more difficult to control. “This is a Khao Manee breed,” she continued, gesturing to the cot in front of me where the cat purred softly. “They are usually pure white just like this, with beautiful eyes. Isn’t she a cutie?”

"My name is Carlina, and I'm so happy you've accepted my son. I couldn't give him away to just anyone, and—" "Here he is!" Max said happily, cutting Carlina off. Ken and Carlina turned. Ken's eyes widened. In Max's arms was a blackish-gray cat, purring contentedly as Max gently scratched its scruff. The cat was beautiful and large. Its eyes were bright green, its fur long, and its tail fluffy like a mane, wagging back and forth. "Ah, this naughty boy! He always escapes when the door is open," Carlina said, pointing her index finger at the cat, like a mother scolding a naughty child.

She asked: "You're so lovely! Is your owner around here?" "Meow." The Chinchilla cat shook its head as if to say its owner was absent. Astonished, Emily asked: "Can you understand what I'm saying?" The cat looked at her for a moment and gently nodded its head. Horrified, Emily stared at the beautiful creature, wondering if it was a magical cat. However, she also knew cats could be brilliant and understand simple words from their owners if trained, so it wasn't too strange.

“They’re picky bastards, and they only let Peyton near them.” “Me occasionally, but only if I am giving them food.” Ms. Samuel is observing me as well, her mind racing a mile a minute. Cheddar seems to approve of my presence, the cat curling up in my lap, a low rumble vibrating through his chest, his eyes closing content. The chair dips, tiny feet moving along the back. “And there’s Gouda.”

"If he didn't see something in you, he wouldn't be interested in you. That's just who the Alpha is." I scoffed at how much her words sounded like a mockery to me. "Just in case you don't know, I'm here as his... Fuck toy, nothing more. I'm too much of a coward to face my reality, so I'd rather stay here with a man who provides me with... unbelievable pleasure, as his pet." "Hmm but no one thinks of you as that, they see you how different,” she said and I scoffed. ”Different!? How?” I asked, my curiosity piqued.