Cat Blanc Novels & Stories

He says looking through the cabinets, “on top the fridge! Cat treats are there too.” Manuel grabs some decent size milk bones and hold them up, “sit.” They dogs sit, smirking he hands them to the two good boys. Shaking the container of treats all the cats come running over. All five more up at him, Quinn fluffs her tail like a feather duster, her brown fur with white strips and having white eyeliner pattern around her eyes. Dutch the black male screeches, standing on his back legs. The two white Siamese boys meow but no sound comes out, they both had stub tails, Ching had his stubby tail abs Taz had his stubby tail was curled like a pigs tail.

It seemed like it was going to rain heavily. Charity looked up and said softly to the skinny cat, “Oh well, do you want to… come home with me? My house is quite spacious.” The cat meowed before it looked down and ate the fish seriously. Charity thought the cat agreed, so she stretched out her hand to hug it. However, the wild cat ended up extending its sharp claws and scratching the back of her hand, leaving a scar on her hand. “Tsk, tsk. Are you having a brain fart moment? This wild cat is highly vigilant. Did you think it was similar to a domestic cat?”

Nero whispered under his breath. It was a very cute white little cat. Its eyes have two colors, the left one has the color of the amethyst while the right one has the same color as the sky on a fair-weather day. It has a long, silky, inched-long fur. White as the moon's reflection on a tranquil lake. Nero slowly went out in his hiding. When the other cat saw him, it was stunned for a while as it stared back at him. They started the staring contest. After a while, the white cat initiated the action.

“I was greatly alarmed at what I had seen, so I ran to my mother’s hut to inquire on what was happening, but she refused to tell me the truth. After seeing those men in the palace, I knew my father was going to tell me the truth, so I waited eagerly as I sat beside him. Murai told them a summary of all his father had said. The name 'Banabella' rang in their ears. “Son,” his father started, “I named you Murai for this reason: the night you were born, I fought and killed a leopard. That same night, I had good dreams about you. The day of your birth signified strength and power. I feel you will become powerful on earth if you listen to the voice of the gods; for I had the foreknowledge and pray

People classified as 'blancos' (whites) were the insulares or "Filipinos" (a person born in the Philippines of pure Spanish descent), peninsulares (a person born in Spain of pure Spanish descent), Español mestizos (a person born in the Philippines of mixed Austronesian and Spanish ancestry), and tornatrás (a person born in the Philippines of mixed Austronesian, Chinese and Spanish ancestry). Manila was racially segregated, with blancos living in the walled city of Intramuros, un-Christianized sangleys in Parían, Christianized sangleys and mestizos de sangley in Binondo, and the rest of the 7,000 islands for the indios, with the exception of Cebu and several other Spanish posts. Only mestizos

Quinton retorts. He opens the box to reveal a black and silver kitten. I let out a squeal as I pick it up. He is absolutely adorable. Quinton explains that his family has bred this line of Bengal cats for centuries. They can sense any supernatural when magic is being used. I honestly don’t care what they can do. This little guy is the cutest thing I have ever seen. I can tell that Luca is not sold on this. “Luca.” I say.

He sure as hell looked more intimidating than most, but somehow he was rather gentle. "I have a cat. Her name is Mittens. She was a stray and I took her in after I left my pack. I could relate, you know?" Carlton explained and moved closer to the wound again. I shut my eyes as he pressed the tip of the prongs in. Metal slipped in my blood, looking for the bullet that might leave me cripple. "She is ginger and black with white patches all along her body. I built her a cat play house before I came here. Some of my friends said they would look after her. I miss that girl every damn day," he admitted.

It didn't take less than five seconds and I was healed magically. Nagisa's jaws dropped. " Just what are you?!" I put the bomb away and buried my hands deep in my pockets. " I'M A CAT WITH NINE LIVES!"

Claire looked after him and shook her head the way only mothers do when they know their child is doing something wrong but can't do anything about it. Austin greets Tommy with happy barks and jumps to the sky. But they parted only in the morning. Only dogs are able to rejoice so sincerely at your return, even if you left the house for five minutes for cigarettes. Kit, like a real cat, barely raises his head to see who has come, screwing up his sly green eyes. She and her brother are hugging each other on the couch, watching a movie. But Tom knows she's happy for him. She smiles and leans in, offering her lips for a kiss.

"Listen to me." Something in his tone stilled me. I didn't dare to move in his arms. He seemed to exhale softly, yet the grip around my waist did not loosen. He was still holding onto my tail with his free hand. "I once had a cat." He fell silent for a long time after that. In fact, it was so long I thought he wouldn't continue. Then, he spoke again. His voice was very soft, and he sounded almost nonchalant about it. "It was called Powder. It had pink and white fur, too. Just like you."