Boba Eyes Cat Breed Novels & Stories

She was laughing like the fascinating human being she is. "Sorry, I was drunk when I went to do that," Kendrick said. "Wait, you didn't get this for me today?" Loretta asks. I actually got it like last month. I didn't want to forget it. But the kitty was today. Yeah, I spent almost the whole day getting this Russian Blue. The guy I bought it from said "this one is an extra mixed breed." "I thought Russian blues were already mixed breeds." They are, but apparently, this one has a long line of craziness. There could be a possibility that a tiny bit, or all of the mother's craziness, was passed down to it. "

No time to rest, no time to breathe—we were officially in the thick of it. The second kitten arrived with far less drama. This one came out wriggling and squawking, as if it had complaints about the lighting. A mess of black, orange, and cream swirled across its tiny body—classic tortie. Ofelia crouched next to me, eyes wide as she whispered, “Freya. She looks like her mama.”

I wondered if any of them lost control of their humanity too, or if it was just Tabby. I met Tabby’s eyes; she was studying me just as I was studying her. She had pale green eyes with blue specks around her pupils. Admittedly, she had beautiful eyes, and they were equipped with long lashes. I could also see that her desire to win was deep in her soul; she had a lot of passion, and it was clear as day to me.

He stood beside me with his hands inside the pocket while I grazed the kitten’s small head with my knuckles. “It’s a Scottish fold. One of the expensive cats in the world.” He murmured with his eyes scanning the kitten. I didn’t know anything about cat’s breeds as all I knew they were cats that’s it. I smiled at the white kitten with beautiful grayish patterns on it. It was beautiful. “Can we take it to the mansion now?” I asked as I took his small claw in my hand. “No Zaroon has informed about the animal care facility and would take good care of him.” He said casually as I turned around like an electric spark.

The cat comes out purring rubbing herself against Ghost's long legs. "She's a Norwegian forest cat. White ones are rare. They're usually tri-colored or dark gray," Leelie tries to sell him on it. "Made a dent in your pocket," "You better keep the hair under control," he points at me. He steps back and is about to walk out when the cat meows loudly. He looks back at her. The cat goes over to him rubbing herself on Jayk's legs. Jayk crouches down to pet her and I swear she falls in love with him in that instant because she rolls over pawing at him. He smiles rubbing her belly.

“Hmm well you would be half right. Lobo!” He calls to the animal and it looks up from licking my face, then jumps down finally allowing me to sit up. Now I can get a proper look, I see that he has long black fur with a small diamond patch of white on his chest. His eyes are a pale blue, which I find unusual and it creates a striking image, that will be intimidating to an intruder. “What breed is he?” “He is a mix, half Siberian husky and half wild wolf.” “He is half wolf? But why would you have a pet like that?”

I didn’t need to get him breakfast just to say thank you, but I guess my desperation got the better of me because now I’m currently standing inside a stranger’s home before nine in the morning carrying enough breakfast to feed a small family. The cat lets out a demanding little chirp, and I immediately crouched down, running my fingers through its impossibly soft fur. “Well, hello to you too.”I coo softly. It’s a Persian breed, so Gorgeous, fluffy, and the cat is carrying itself with the kind of confidence usually reserved for royalty and people who’d never been told no. Its coat ls a cloud of pristine white silk, and its eyes God, its eyes were striking blue, so large, expressive, and so pr

Royce gets back in bed, and I smile. “Thanks, babe,” I say. “What can I say? You two come together.” He kisses my cheek softly before he turns back to his phone. He’s frowning at the mark, zooming in. We both stare at the picture of his mark, it's fully black. There’s a double ring circle, with the cat at the centre. It looks like an Abyssinian breed, with tall ears. It’s wearing a necklace-like band just below her neck but as Royce zooms onto the centre of the necklace.

(Madam Reanga) A new customer, Madam Reanga comes and placed her order, which Old Mento went straight to prepare them. Mamda Reanga is a Demi-Human of Cat Clan, her fluffy claw hand and cat ears always wiggling like crazy when she visited the Wet Market. But her words also made everyone nodded in agreements, everyone knew that all Oceanic Foods were premium and luxury, but now they can get it and dine on like no tomorrow, with just a few credits.

I said accepting my drink from RJ and the fact that I couldn’t talk with Crispin at this moment. “Yes, we were, so I’ll start with Leo and move onto Lucy and then we need to talk about your appearance at court next week.” My dad says after putting his half-empty glass down. “Ok our War cats are a crossbreed from our animals from Crustalia planet that made the trip with Earth’s feline creatures. They might look similar or act as the cats you know but they are not.”