Brown Cartoon Cat Novels & Stories

"Well if you need any help, let us know. Branna and I would be glad to help, won't we bran?" "Definitely." She said, sounding genuinely upbeat. "Thank you. I'll most definitely take you up on that offer, eventually." "Well, I better get going. Got to feed the cat." Branna said, making to get up. Aine furrowed her brows and looked at her, "What cat? You do not own a cat." Branna just grinned. "Got him just today. You should stop by to see him soon. He is the cutest gingercat. Goodnight!" She said cheerfully as she got up.

He would trust in himself to keep her happy and in his life, not some strange, mystical force. The golden-eyed warrior arrived from behind a tapestry that hid the way out. "So, dog, are you ready to fight?" "Anytime, kitty cat. Anytime." The tanned fellow laughed. "I am Chaob, and it is not me that is challenging you for the female." "Pity." "Yes, because my cousin is much bigger. Not quite as big as Acat, but close." "And Acat is?" "Carlie's other mate." "Other, as in two?"

"Holy crap. That woman has crossed me for the last time." Cat Shelbrooke furiously ran his fingers through his spooky hair as he glared at the three cats before him. One was full of orange furs and looked fat like an overfed pet. Another had black fur with a few white colors sprinkled on some parts. The last one that stood before their King looked like an underfed cat with its bony cheeks where whiskers grew and green eyes that looked like they could get lost in its socket. It had a grey fur color that did little to cover its ribs.

have found me so fast. She shoved the thought down. Hard. Across the yard, Jasmine and Kika were locked in a brutal spar. Jasmine—wild cat number 89—was dominating, landing elbow strikes and knee drives that had Kika (101) staggering. Serial stood at the edge of the mat, arms crossed, shouting critiques. “Too slow, 101! You fight like you’re scared of pain—newsflash, it’s coming anyway!” Jasmine swept Kika’s legs; Kika hit the mat hard. Serial barked a laugh. Then her gaze shifted. Landed on Riley. A slow, predatory smile curled her lips. “Oh look who we have here,” Serial called, loud enough to draw eyes from every corner of the yard. “The runaway wild cat. Quite surprising how out of the

I reign in my shock at the expensive art hanging up, not really paying attention to where I am walking. Then I am colliding head on with what felt like a wall of granite. I glance up and look straight into the same smoky grey eyes that lurked in every corner of my dreams last night. Um. What. My brain is short-circuiting. “Wha— um. What?” Eloquent, Kat. He raises his eyebrows, clearly amused at my discombobulation. And, shit, I am staring. I open my mouth to try again, but nothing comes out.

The orange menace currently sprawled across my arms. Not me…..Obviously not me. I suddenly become aware of how warm my face feels. Wonderful, just fantastic. Exactly what I needed today. I feel so Humiliated, I clear my throat. A little too loudly. Dante glances toward me, one dark eyebrow lifting slightly. “The cat is actually a boy.” Mochi opens one eye, dante looks at the cat. Then at me, then back at the cat. For a moment, nobody says anything. Then……

Selena groaned when he propped her to get moving, "But I'm telling the truth! She has my Ragdoll cat! He's cute and white with long furs and has little blue eyes. Come on! I'm not going back without him!" When he realized she gave an accurate description of Froyo, he exclaimed with dismay, "You mean Froyo?!" "Hey! We're not handing him back!" They gathered around her, protesting, "He's our morale booster!" "And he keeps the commissioner from yelling at us." "Guys, she wants to take Froyo back!" "Froyo?! Never!" "Hell no! Kick her out! Quick!"

The entire composition was dark and strained, filled with tension. In my mind, I added a sharp, vivid emerald green to the cat's eyes. The next morning, Hayden burst into my studio, his face full of rage. "Connor! You have to see this. Bonnie is just unbelievable!" He slammed his phone on my desk. On the screen was Bonnie's latest post, uploaded at dawn today. It was a flawless oil sketch of a black cat crouched on a windowsill, its eyes gleaming with a shade of emerald green I knew better than anyone.

⸻ Mason moved in front of him. Rowan beside Mason. Claire beside Rowan. Maeve. Anwen. Martha. Gerald. Even Cricket planted herself between Bramble’s feet and hissed at the ancient darkness. ⸻ The Hollow laughed. ⸻ Mason looked down at the kitten. “Finally.” Cricket looked up. “Mrrrp?” “Someone with a reasonable response.” ⸻ Bramble made one tiny sound. Prrrp. ⸻ Then his markings ignited.

"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"