Bloody Mucus Cat Novels & Stories

Reed kept a hand against Don Gato’s side, lightly rubbing his fur. Dr. Lyston finally entered the room. He at least looked at me after I answered the first of his questions. “We can do some blood work and take an x-ray to see if he has a blockage.” A touch of censure entered his voice. “It’s hard to tell by what I can see. If he was an indoor cat, you would know about his bowel movements and eating habits, but I can only work with what we have. His temperature is slightly elevated and he could be fighting off an infection.”

Her appetite also got better. Just hearing that everything is going smoothly in the province is enough to keep my heart at bay. After that call, I headed out of the room. I was supposed to go straight to the kitchen, but I stopped in the living room because I heard a slight rumble. My eyebrows furrowed. I searched around, and when I looked under the table, my eyes sparkled when I saw a lavender-colored cat. To my surprise, it walked towards me and nuzzled my feet. So I knelt down and gently pulled the cat onto my lap. When I saw its dense coat of fur, I realized that it's a Maine coon cat.

I heard a faint meow come from down the hall, and I yanked the painful stilettos off my feet so I could set them on my friend's shoe rack. "Hi Ember." I crooned, padding toward the bathroom until I saw something that stopped me in my tracks. The little black cat was sniffing Francine's lifeless hand, pawing at the dark blonde hair that was spilled out around her. My best friend's upper body was sticking out of her bathroom, and the way she was laying told me she didn't just fall asleep there. Smeared blood on the wall she was facing made my stomach cramp up and I rushed over as fast as I could without throwing up.

But if he's meant to be taken care by me, then he'll— "Oh." I blinked my eyes as I felt a tingling feeling on my hand. Upon looking down, I saw the filthy cat softly rubbing himself on me and was slightly letting out a sound. Again, I blinked my eyes, dumbfounded. Maybe, a companion isn't too bad... I TOOK THE CAT to the Veterinary Clinic and had him checked up on any disease or infections, so far, aside from malnourishment, he only has some skin disease which can be treated with some ointments and vitamins.

When Kiara saw it , she understood right away that it wasn't a normal cat . " W...W.....What are you ?! " said Kiara with a surprised expression . " Miauuu...... " said the mysterious cat and lifted her tail up toward the first path . " You..................Do you know where I want to go ?! " asked Kiara and the cat nodded her head . Kiara gulped a little then looked at the cat again . Apart from her unique fur color , she had pointy teeth just like a vampire . ' This cat.........Can a cat be a vampire too ?!.............I have no other option ! This place is too big......I can't believe , I am actually following a cat . ' thought Kiara .

"Hello, baby girl!" "Wow! A cat!" That was the next thing her daughter noticed. "I hope you don't mind if I bring the cat along. She's quite clingy, so I decided to bring her with me," James explained, gesturing towards the white fluffy cat. "What's his name, Uncle James?!" Lacey asked excitedly as she took the cat from James' arms. "He?" "Yes, it's a male Himalayan cat!" Lacey spreads the cat's legs to show its genital opening, indicating it's a male.

Fresh stain of blood is tainted on the floor leading to the dark corner of the room. “Hello!” I must be alone here. “A few blood splattering on the mat.” I need to check this out. I am looking for the switch where I can turn on the light, too dim. I move forward while my hands crawling on the wall. The noise keeps on disturbing me. “Ahhh!!” the fear confronts me as the dark shadow morphs into a shiny dark cat whose eyes are seafoam, munching its own babies stares at me steadily. The cat jumps over her dead kittens, and carries a meaty meal from her mouth and goes out.

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.

Suddenly, an orange and blonde cat with white socks walked timidly over to the edge of the rubble and laid down, mewing loudly. "Come here, buddy." Taren walked over to the cat, but when he reached down to pick it up, the cat hissed and swatted at his gloved hand. "I know your upset, but your Mama's okay. She's in the hospital." Taren stooped down and took off his glove. Then he held out his hand to let the cat sniff him. "See? You can trust me. I'm not going to hurt you." The cat crawled toward him, her eyes wide, and Taren picked her up.

"You'll have to do better than I can't, baby. What's the problem? Is it related to the fact you need a gym before the next full moon? Does your kitty have something weird going on like two tails, or no fur?" "There's nothing wrong with my cat," she huffed indignantly. But her reply did nothing to chase the curiosity from his face. What could she tell him? How about a sanitized version of the truth? "My feline is not common to North America. If the wrong person sees me?" She trailed off and let him draw his own conclusion.