Cartoon Cat Novels & Stories

Violet had witnessed everything beside him, and she almost burst into laughter. Can you imagine a man who is 1.87 meters tall in size, but he had a hard time swallowing a pill the size of his pinky fingernail? What she saw that day was an eye-opener. Violet thought of the joke when she watched the cartoon before. "Carson, I suddenly remembered that there is a cartoon character that is very suitable for you." Carson was desperately pouring water into his mouth. As soon as he heard Violet talking about the cartoon character, his eyes immediately lit up.

"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.

"Foolish, just like its owner." With that, he left. The meatball seemed to understand that the words weren’t kind, letting out a sad meow and burying its face into Candice’s arms. Candice was truly speechless. Even the little kitten was being bullied! "Don’t be sad. We’re not foolish at all. Meatball is the smartest," she comforted the cat, which looked a little down. Did it really understand? "Meow~ " Charlie had just finished a call and came out.

The tabby’s eyes glinted with dry amusement. “You mean the hunt for the dragon prince’s—” began a scruffy grey cockatoo perched above, but the cat shot it a glare. “Yeah, yeah, you get the point. No need spellin’ it out, feather-brains. Use yer head, will ya?” A hoarse, wheezy laugh erupted from a balding rabbit still stuck in its cage. Its mangy brown fur stood in strange patches, as though bitten off by disease, or worse.

People stopped us every block, an older woman cooing, two teenagers snapping selfies, even a delivery guy on his bike pausing to say, “Yo, cute cat, man.” “See?” Carolina said, pointing like she’d just proven some scientific fact. “He’s a gato mágico. I told you.” “Or he’s just a kitten.” She gasped like I’d committed blasphemy. “Just a kitten? He is destiny in fur. Watch, he’ll change your whole life.” I shook my head, smirking despite myself. “You’re ridiculous.” “Ridiculously right,” she shot back, scribbling something into her notebook mid-stride without even looking where she was going. I had to grab her elbow to stop her from walking straight into a mailbox.

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.

They looked broken, half-dead in the rain. Good thing I brought them home. That's what saved them. They stored energy, slept for years, kept evolving in this twisted timeline—and produced an even stronger next generation. They hid the glitches. To everyone else, they were just regular house cats. Until the apocalypse hit. Their powers rebooted. Same game. Different round. I'd barely finished processing that when noise flared outside. "Where are those cats? Hand them over!" Alan stood there with a crowd behind him. Three massive crocodiles sprawled at his feet.

His forked tongue, red and barbed, flicked across the food, which vanished in an instant. The cat's cheeks puffed up as he chewed quickly, swallowing everything with a loud gulp. Then, the enlarged head shrank back to its original size with a whoosh, like a deflating balloon. "Oh? It seems like someone's mastered their ability to enlarge!" Logo teased. Krasu was displeased. He detested being called a cat. "Sir Logo, please watch your words. I am a cloud-thunder tiger, a tiger, not a cat!" Krasu emphasized.

Charmine turned away and brought Chris to a claw machine and worked her magic, easily winning the toy Coco so desperately wanted to gain. Just like that, a cat plushie was brought out from the machine. It was an adorable and endearing toy cat of at least 60 centimeters long, and it fitted perfectly in Chris’ arms as he took it into his arms. He exuberantly jumped around. “Mommy is awesome! Mommy is so, so awesome! I love my Mommy!”

“Mr. what!?” At that moment, the chipmunk went close to the bunny and said, “ME-OW.” The two started laughing afterwards at the cat joke. The pussycat turned and gave the two a menacing smile that did not go unnoticed from the two. The bunny and the chipmunk gasped in horror as they saw the look on the cat’s face. “It was him.” The bunny immediately pointed at the chipmunk. “It was all him. I have nothing to do with that joke.”