Bloody Mucus Cat Novels & Stories

A thousand thorns were pierced on her belly at once, that's what it felt like for Rose when she could not stop herself from dropping onto her bare knees. Rose swept on the floor on her side with a cry of agony at the gruesome sight of her kitten's lifeless body, the blood scrawled word BITCH got washed away painting her forearms with the fresh warm blood of her feline baby. Relentless waves of panic tied a burning knot inside her stomach forcing her to curl into a small ball.

I tell it before I climb out. I wait by the entrance for a minute, squinting my eyes at the brightness of the outside. I looked around, knowing that a stream was nearby. I could probably catch something and share it with my new buddy. I hoped he or she would come out; despite being a whole-ass wolf, I considered myself a cat person. Sure enough, a few seconds later, the cat comes crawling out. It's an all-black cat with a tiny white spot on its chest; it walks in front of me just as I'm wondering whether it's male or female and shows off a massive pair of balls. Well, that answers that.

The stray cat I adopted had recently started looking at my boyfriend, Logan Bennett, and his female best friend, Chloe Dawson, like they were complete idiots. Then one day, Chloe climbed into the passenger seat of Logan’s car again and shot me a provocative smile. A fierce little voice suddenly rang out in my head: “Human, that woman is calling you an idiot in her head! She’s also planning to get your man drunk tonight! Hurry up and slap her! If you do, I’ll make sure you find money on the street when you leave!” I froze and stared down at Mochi in my arms. So my cat could not only talk, but also read minds and predict the future? Fine. From today on, Mochi and I would make these two s

She quickly gave him some bandages before he could scratch us. I went into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of milk to feed the cat. I also grabbed a bowl. I poured some milk into it and placed the bowl on the ground near the cat so it could drink. It cautiously stared at it for a few minutes before finally drinking it. Yet again, I see Matteo in the cat, he has trust issues due to abuse and so does the cat. "I'll take it to a vet soon so that they can flush out any harmful substances from its body," I said to Amelia.

From that day onward, he stopped visiting the cat. Sometimes, after class, he would still hear its soft cries, but never once did he look back. Until one day, he saw it by the side of the street. It had greyish-white spots on its body, so Hendrix was sure it was the kitten. It seemed to have been run over by a car, its body covered in bloodstains. Its wide-open eyes stared blankly, its breathing was heavy, and its frail chest heaved violently, as if trying desperately to cling to life.

“Are you afraid of cats?” Lysia sneezed again, this time more violently, as a burning heat spread through her head, making it ache unbearably. Trying to avoid the cat, she took a step back and managed to say, “I’m terribly sorry, but I’m highly allergic to cat fur. I need to leave immediately.”

The cat continued to scratch until it suddenly developed sharp claws and began to tear through his clothes. “Sir,” I began but I trailed off. He turned his dreadful eyes away from me, while the animal continued its digging. Soon enough, the cat had torn through his clothes and started to tear through his skin. Slowly, its paws and nails were stained with more and more blood. I didn't need to be told to leave.

Slowly, I turned back to the cat, my feet moving as though on their own. It lifted its head, its pale blue eyes meeting mine, and my heart melted. I knelt beside it, my hands trembling as I reached out. She meowed softly, tilting her head as if granting permission. The moment my fingers sank into its silky fur, I felt something inside me loosen—a knot of grief and longing I hadn’t realized I’d been holding onto.

The cat asked, its eyes started to glittered with tears. Ming Yue felt that name was familiar and when she saw its teary eyes, she felt her heart ached. But why? why her heart ached for this black cat? She clearly remembered that she had never met this cat before. No, crossed that. She had never met a talking cat before. "I am Ling Mao from the Witch Clan!" The cat exclaimed. "The Witch Clan?!" All three people spoke in sync. Ghosts and evil spirits, heavenly beasts and now witch. Somehow Ming Yue encountered more and more mysteries of the world, yet.. somehow she had a feeling that this was just the tip of the iceberg...

He sure as hell looked more intimidating than most, but somehow he was rather gentle. "I have a cat. Her name is Mittens. She was a stray and I took her in after I left my pack. I could relate, you know?" Carlton explained and moved closer to the wound again. I shut my eyes as he pressed the tip of the prongs in. Metal slipped in my blood, looking for the bullet that might leave me cripple. "She is ginger and black with white patches all along her body. I built her a cat play house before I came here. Some of my friends said they would look after her. I miss that girl every damn day," he admitted.