Bloody Mucus Cat Novels & Stories

I turned to check the window above the sink, and to my astonishment, it wasn’t broken but ajar. Inspecting it closer, I noticed a broken mug in the sink, which I left there in the morning. I shut the window, grabbed a small bowl, and filled it with milk. I took it closer to the kitten but away from the fire so it didn’t curdle. The fur started to dry, and it surprised me that it was a vibrant red like mine. The kitten slept peacefully on the pillow, and I used that opportunity to finish washing my hair.

The cat flew off and landed with an excruciating 'meow', its mouth spitting blood. The ladies at the store gathered around the bloodied mutt cat, and some cried, "Oh, my God! Look at the cat, how could you do this?! It's bleeding!" Victoria remained unnerved, and she scoffed condescendingly, "This is a high class pet shop. How did this half bred get in here?"

Cameroon - I couldn’t remember the last time I’d even been near a cat, let alone held one. Yet here I was, standing in my doorway, cradling a tiny, furry creature in my arms while Trixie was halfway out the door, dressed up for her date with Dexter. The cat—Mr. Muffels—was purring away, totally unfazed by the fact that he’d just been passed off to someone who had absolutely no clue about cats. "So, what exactly am I supposed to do with him?” I asked, trying not to sound as clueless as I felt.

I’m nervous and thrilled at the same time. We climb the staircase, the walls are so close, I can smell the dust. He pushes open the attic door, with his had still holding mine, I might float. I already am. Low ceiling, slanted walls. Tapestries, thumbtacked whenever. And it’s cold. There’s a soft sound if something jumping down—a big fluffy gray cat. She pads over to lean against my ankle, grey eyes peering up at me in question. Crouching down, I stretch out a hand to let it sniff my fingers, which it does.

"Listen to me." Something in his tone stilled me. I didn't dare to move in his arms. He seemed to exhale softly, yet the grip around my waist did not loosen. He was still holding onto my tail with his free hand. "I once had a cat." He fell silent for a long time after that. In fact, it was so long I thought he wouldn't continue. Then, he spoke again. His voice was very soft, and he sounded almost nonchalant about it. "It was called Powder. It had pink and white fur, too. Just like you."

A contingent wave of bitterness and pain swept over me, and sent me crashing to the floor, my gown settling on my feet. I wept my eyes out, mucus drooled from my nostrils and when I wiped my face with my dress to continue my journey back home, I saw a tiny cat beside a bin, staring at me in a creepy way. I shushed it and it remained motionless. Moving closer, I observed the kinda white cat, its colour is darker than it should be, obviously, it was close to the bin. It cowered a little, not able to flee from the spot. I stooped down to inspect it carefully, also aware of my safety gap should it attack, and that was the point I noticed it was injured.

Startled, I quickly pulled back, still trying to process what had happened, when the designated driver spoke with surprise. “Sir, I’m so sorry. A cat suddenly darted out in front of us.” We got out to check, and sure enough, there was a tabby cat in the middle of the road. Its front left paw had been pierced by a nail and was bleeding. It was so thin that its bones were visible beneath its soaked fur, but its belly was swollen, indicating it was pregnant. The rain falling on its frail body made the poor creature look even more pitiful. Fortunately, the car hadn’t hit the tabby. It let out a low, warning growl and bared its teeth at us as if trying to intimidate us into leaving.

The horrible tribulation seemed not to cause too much trouble for him. Even his green robe was intact. That time it only did harm to the fat cat Evil Moon. "Meow, why is it me again?" Evil Moon said and puffed silver plasma out of his mouth. It was shrouded in an ice-like lightning. It shook his body angrily and then its black fluff became white and thick again which was as smooth as water. The fat cat looked at the sky which gradually turned into a huge orange cloud funnel and roared, "Meow, dare you come again..."

"It's my first time bathing a cat, but Shiro makes it very easy for me to bathe him. He's not like the other cats I saw in the video." I nodded, paying more attention to Arabella's long neck that was exposed after her hair was tied up like a messy bundle, but it was still so beautiful that I swallowed. My gaze only shifted to Shiro, who was vocalizing a 'purr' as if in pleasure. The floor where the cat was already looking almost darkened due to the dirt that was previously stuck. "Its fur is surprisingly white."

She raised her hand and slapped the man twice, as hard as she could and he stumbled back. "You bloody bag of shit..." I took off my jacket and gently wrapped the cat in it. Tears escaped my eyes when she cried weakly. "Take that shit and get out of my house before I call the cops... Shouldn't have pissed on my clothes... This shit is useless anyway..." He growled back at us. "Catherine, we need to take her to the vet... She is weak" I quickly walked out. "I am going to kill you for this... Just wait and watch"