Cartoon Cat Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Montemayor intones, “Kate has a celebrity bf. Are you sure you can concentrate on the UPCAT today, Kate Bear?” Mrs. Montemayor was a big fan of the oldie series Care Bears, along with Sailor Moon, Troll Dolls and tiny plastic aroma beads called “Kisses”. The last, when Mrs. Montemayor was in high school, she would place in groups of threes in a wet cotton ball. She would store them inside her pencil case for three days and, when she checked on them again, the Kisses had already given birth to other Kisses. Or so she said.

Its eyes locked onto me, its mouth opening wide as it let out a sharp, menacing screech. The old woman crouched down and scooped it up. Strangely, the creature seemed almost liquid, stretching out as she picked it up before curling into a ball in her arms. “Mew Mew, look at you scaring this young lady.” Only then did I realize that it was a cat. “Ma’am, may I pet it?” I asked, curious. Mew Mew let out a sharp, angry meow, its expression still ferocious, but somehow, I understood its message: “Foolish human, leave this room immediately!”

"If you scare him, don't blame me!" "I'm not going to scare him, just going to play with him! I just wrote to him: 'So, black cat? Would you like to purr for me?'... Ha, ha, ha..." Yukio continued to wait, staring at his screen... And suddenly, Oriental Gray: So, Black Cat? Would you like to purr for me? Black Cat: Sorry, I think I made a mistake... Good night. Ha, ha... Timid girl strategy, it has never failed me in the chat.

I had rescued them, nurtured them back to health, and saved their lives. They stored energy ceaselessly, slept endlessly, and evolved further in the harsh environment, producing an even stronger offspring. They restrained their abilities so well that everyone assumed they were ordinary house cats. Until… the apocalypse returned. Their powers reactivated. The familiar game had begun. No sooner had I absorbed the story than a commotion erupted outside. "Where are the cats? Hand over the cats!" The landlord and several residents stood outside, three enormous crocodiles slithering at their feet.

He never expected me to know all about his little schemes. Frankly, I had believed him at first, but I received another private message at around 5:00 am. The profile picture was a cartoon character dressed as a young priest. He told me Poppy was a shadow cat, the lowest form of life-swapping magic. The solution was simple—just kill the cat. I did not believe it at first and thought he was a scammer. However, later, when I was in the cab, I found the tracking device. That made me suspicious, so I had my best friend prepare a realistic baby doll for me to carry around. Then, I left Ella with my friend, who took her to my parents.

One hit, and I’m back to original manufacturer settings, wondering who I am and why my cheeks feel like they’ve been kissed by a brick. “Get back to your senses, you pathetic, hollow, brain-dead waste of space. A useless, shivering, white-skinned animal with the personality of a damp carpet and the spine of a jellyfish. You’re an annoying, taintless, blood-feeding parasite who brings nothing to the table but noise and disappointment. You’re a walking, non-breathing mistake, a loud-mouthed, empty-headed clown who couldn’t find his own reflection in a mirror. You are a disgusting, entitled, low-tier glitch in the system, a non-sweaty, unwashed excuse for an animal who makes anyone in a room wi

Just as I reached for my keys at the doorstep, a familiar meow suddenly echoed. I saw that Ragdoll cat crawling toward me, barely clinging to life. The cat that had previously ignored me was now actively rubbing against me, desperate for survival. I froze for a moment. Then, I mercilessly kicked it away. I did not want things that came too late. It did not matter if it was people or cats.

"Enough. He's the captain. Just let it go and head home—I'll see you after I check in." He patted her arm, but Mandy wasn't about to let go. "Why don't you come over? I made cream soup to thank you for saving Momo." Momo, her fluffy Ragdoll cat. Wade hesitated, then nodded and tried calling me. But my phone was dead. Completely out. Annoyance flickered across his face. "Fine, playing games again. If you're not going to answer, then don't ever pick up," he muttered.

I just needed a good way to broach the subject, rather than just blurting it out at a random point. As we relaxed on the couch, I brought up the role-playing scenario of her playing a cheap whore with me as her client. Cat immediately perked up and looked at me with anticipation, as I explained, "I was thinking that you could change into some kind of revealing short skirt, flamboyant top, and cheap high heels in your apartment, then come over and knock on the door like I had ordered you to come here."

In the bathroom, Takuto was drying the cat’s fur when bubbles from the soap suddenly formed into numbers in midair: 3-15-14-20-18-1-3-20 “Contract activated?” Takuto muttered, reading out the ASCII code translation in confusion. “Wait, what exactly are you?” Without warning, the cat’s paw pressed against his forehead, and memories from his previous life flooded back, as though his mind was reliving them in flashes of light: The night his company had gone bankrupt, a calico cat had been sitting on the fire escape, staring at him. Before Amagi Cape had jumped off the cliff, the same calico cat had been standing by the rocks, holding… evidence of Executive Yamada’s crimes?