Bloody Mucus Cat Novels & Stories

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"

The fog in Blackwood Glen had a habit of swallowing sounds, turning the evening into a claustrophobic dampness that clung to my jacket. I had been hiking the lower trails when I found it: a sleek, charcoal-colored cat with eyes like burning sulfur. It wasn’t meowing; it was simply sitting on a moss-covered stump, watching me with an intelligence that felt uncomfortably human. Around its neck was a delicate silver collar with a nameplate: Midnight. Below the name was an address just a mile down the trail.

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.

"I got her when I was twelve and dyed her fur yellow cause she loves the color. I wanted to name her yellow but I had six other cats with the same name so I dyed her fur pink and named her pink. Then I got another cat a week later. She had the whitest fur with beautiful blue eyes. Looking at her for the first time, she took a large chunk of my heart so after a few minutes, I named her Michael Jackson"

This was the bitterness Eulalia endured for seven years. No matter how many times he called, the woman lying on the ground wouldn’t respond. Pulling back his hand bitten by the cat, Misty tumbled to the ground, exhausted. Its beautiful eyes were half-closed with a misty white layer, gasping weakly. It tried to stand up but fell repeatedly, its limbs no longer functional. Ragdoll cats are often seen as fairy cats by many—gentle, elegant, loving human contact, with long fur and an adorable appearance. But now, Misty was unrecognizable as a ragdoll cat.

She pushed her knees together to hold the rod while she touched the mysterious object. She put her hands on either side of it. There were rubber like things which protuded out and a lot of fur which was around the rubber things. She touched and surmised that the fur was short, it did not grow long in places. As she felt around the back she thought it must be a ball of fur. There was a matted mass of what she assumed was moss and slime that was caked to the back of the head. She knew it would be impossible to just touch so she opened her mouth and tasted it. She froze.

He asked, "where's the cat?" An Taotao pointed to the bathroom and said, "mother Chen is Bathing meow. It's a newborn milk meow with super bright eyes. She's trying to survive." Mr. King answered. Soon after, the bathroom door was opened and Chen Ma came out with her milk in her arms. That is an orange meow, lovely and edible! An Taotao took the meow, smiled and said, "Wow, it's a chrysanthemum cat. It's said that chrysanthemum cat can eat super,."

*meow* She literally jumped when she heard the voice of a cat. ‘ Oh good lord!’ She breathed out in relief when she saw a cat. It was a white cat with blue eyes, a typical rich people cat..it was clear by its clean fur that it wasn't a stray cat. And surprisingly the cat recently gave birth. Her body was still swollen from the barbies she held inside it. “ You scared me, you little pretty thing!” she smiled. “ What are you doing here in the dark?”

Swoosh! The Scented Phantom Cat's claws immediately tear the silhouette Caspian left behind into pieces. When it noticed that something was not right, the Scented Phantom Cat's gray hair stood on end just like a hedgehog. In a flash, the gray hair melted like a candle and then turned into a cloud of thick gray smoke, covering the Scented Phantom Cat. Soon, the Scented Phantom Cat in the smoke suddenly became fuzzy and hazy. In that originally dim environment, it seemed to disappear into thin air.

The living room floor has been turned into a biohazard site. ‘Hire a cleaner,’ I said breezily. ‘I hear some offer a 24-hour rush service. Very discreet.’ ‘There would still be the… smell.’ ‘Get an aroma diffuser. Something pungent. Eucalyptus.’ ‘My bedsheets are also shredded.’ I stared at him, then down at the tiny, fluffy creature now chasing its own tail on my rug. ‘…This is a kitten. It’s probably four months old. It’s not the Incredible Hulk.’