Cat Blanc Novels & Stories

I asked and raised my head, glancing at Bethany. “Yes,” my best friend answered for him, her eyes rolling as she sat beside him and nudging his arm. Callahan sat up straight and took the cup of coffee. “But when we got there in the pet shop, no kitten looked like the feline he was looking for.” Bethany sipped her cup and then turned her head to Callahan. “I like the orange one. Why didn’t you take it?” “It’s not Cotton,” he said. “I know,” I murmured, agreeing. I imagined my children’s reaction if Callahan brought a cat that didn’t look like the one he got for them. I tilted my head and looked at Bethany, hoping to change the topic. “Where’s Marga?”

Meow. Dante turned his attention to the balcony, spotting a silhouette of a feline pawing at the door. Confused and curious, he opened the curtain to find a calico cat staring up at him expectingly. Unsure of what to make of it, he closed the curtain on the cat and went back to sit down when it pawed at the door again. This time a bit more insistently. When he opened the curtain once more, the cat simply cocked its head at him. He opened the door and the cat bolted in and stood near the fireplace, shaking its fur.

She got up and got dressed. Leanunya was a cattagon. She had soft silky silver fur which was rare by the cattagon standards. She had large tufted black cat ears that added to her catlike appearance. Her nose was pink while her muzzle was silver and black. Her eyes were a beautiful blue and silver adding to her beauty and rare appearance. Her tail was almost twice as long as any normal tail and it was tipped black with some spotting on it. She had black spotting all along her arms and her claws were long and black. She had mostly fur and little to no scales which was rare for a cattagon. She had large silver dragon wings rimmed black.

The fuck. Janice’s face instantly lit up. “Oh! Look!” She crouched down, making soft noises. What was happening right now? The cat hesitated, staring back at her like it was trying to figure out something, then trotted over confidently. No. No. And fucking no. I took several steps back. “Careful, darling! Those things are feral… they carry diseases and they scratch.” She looked up at me, amusement dancing in her eyes. “Calder… are you scared of a little cat?”

She seemed to be a cat that was difficult to kill. The cat woman actually looked like a cat. She had a high nose, black eyes, and white skin. Her hair was long, black, and tied. She also had a long black tail. She was tall and also strong, as she was so hard she couldn't be dropped, no matter how much kicked she got.

The two beasts clashed, each trying to dominate the other, their growls filling the air like thunder. Her mind struggled to process what was happening. The large creature—she couldn’t tell what it was at first—was defending her. Its dark fur shimmered under the moonlight as it used its massive body to shield her from the jaguar’s deadly claws. Catherine’s heart pounded in her chest as she watched, her breath caught in her throat. The battle was fierce, both animals snapping and snarling, their claws slashing through the air with deadly precision.

Cat hair was thoroughly deposited on the black suit pants he was wearing for the funeral. Valentine bent down and roughly grabbed the cat by the scruff of its neck, lifting it up. Despite dangling from such a strong hand, the cat showed no sign of discomfort. Instead, it looked straight at Valentine's face, which had come closer, and merely meowed, "Nyaan." A pink collar was visible among the cat's thick neck fur. At the end of the thin leather collar was even a heart-shaped metal ornament. It must have been the work of Don Luciano's nurse, Anita.