Cat Blanc Novels & Stories

It appeared to be a fur. Cassandra pulled it out of the box to get a better view of it. “My goodness. It’s gorgeous.” Their father rounded the sofa. “It’s a Montana Lynx. The trim is white fox.” “Oh, it’s beautiful,” she said as she stood. The box fell off her lap and into the floor. She put it on. “It fits perfectly.” “I take it from the sparkle in your brown eyes that I am forgiven,” his father said. Cassandra beamed. She walked over to him and kissed his cheek. “You’re forgiven, but you should still go to confession.”

I'm slim, tall, with light hair, and tan skin. Oriental Gray: Send me a photo of yourself... I want to see you. Black Cat: No, I'm shy... Besides, why do you want a photo of me? Oriental Gray: I thought it would be fun... Three hours later... Black Cat: And why did you choose that name? Oriental Gray: Because of the color of my eyes... They're gray. Black Cat: Really? Well, it suits you very well. Now I understand, an oriental with gray eyes, that's not common.

The cat comes out purring rubbing herself against Ghost's long legs. "She's a Norwegian forest cat. White ones are rare. They're usually tri-colored or dark gray," Leelie tries to sell him on it. "Made a dent in your pocket," "You better keep the hair under control," he points at me. He steps back and is about to walk out when the cat meows loudly. He looks back at her. The cat goes over to him rubbing herself on Jayk's legs. Jayk crouches down to pet her and I swear she falls in love with him in that instant because she rolls over pawing at him. He smiles rubbing her belly.

Lying like a wax statue seemed best considering any sudden motion or sound might startle the jungle cat staring intently at her. How did she know a giant kitty hovered over her? She'd watched enough documentaries about the Lacandon jungle region to recognize those distinctive orbs of what she'd wager was a jaguar. The massive golden eye and round pupil shape gave it away, even if the fact the cat also possessed a blue one was an anomaly.

"It is!" I glance to the fire pit and retrieve my own matching cup to get a better look at the image. In the middle, two pieces of text arch to form an almost circle. The top piece reads "Tom's Tiki Lounge" while the bottom lists a website for Tom's. The middle of the circle is the most amazing. Smack dab between the two font arches, in full color, is a picture of a grey striped tabby cat sitting upright. Trey turns his own cup to see what I'm so excited about. "It's a cat?"

His eyes were still wide with fear and shock. “Where did you bring them?” Amelia asked while maintaining distance from the cubs. Ivan laughed and hugged one cub to his chest. “They were born here,” Ivan answered. “Their parents live here,” Ivana chuckled. She added, “They Don't hurt,” Ivan shook his head. “Which type of animal this is?” Elliot was still in shock. “Black Panther,” Ivan retorted as if he only knew about this animal. Meanwhile, the cubs’s mother entered the room and stood behind Elliot. Amelia’s eyes widened seeing the big Black cat behind Elliot. She gasped, “Ell…look back.” Her tone was stammering.

Nonetheless, I'm still an arrogant little brat when people are being bitches to me. I bent down to see what the bush was hiding and I was suddenly attacked. "Ah!" I screamed and crawled back. I blinked a couple of times and saw that it was just a cat. I calmed down and stood up. My eyebrows furrowed as I looked at the cat. It's pure black with a white half-moon shape on its head which is not something a cat should have, let me tell you that. "The heck?" I questioned before I slapped myself.

Then again, she only had about ten total. "We Scots call her Nessie." She smiled and sipped her cocoa. "That's right. Cattenach's a Scottish name." Grunting, he claimed the seat on the other side of the couch, giving her a wide berth. "Makes sense with your coloring." Bones curled up on the rug in front of a coffee table and promptly closed his eyes. Smart dog. Which reminded him... "What kept you awake? Talking it out will help." He crossed his arms, wondering how many branches of the crazy tree he'd smacked his head on when he'd fallen. He'd typically take a second coming of the bubonic plague over conversation.

“Should I call you that? Mr. Naughty Jonathan Cat?” I open one of the bags and smile because Jeon’s gotten everything Jonathan Cat could possibly need: there’s litter, accessories, and food. I buckle a small blue collar on him and smile at the gemstones decorating the leather. Even on a boy kitten, Jeon couldn’t resist adding sparkles.

Smith’s POV “You are probably wondering why I am doing this. Melissa, you know I didn’t finish the story?” Melissa’s POV I have long forgotten the ending of the story, so I didn’t know whether he finished it or not. “The lion took care of the antelopes calves, just to later sacrifice them to other lions. That’s true revenge!” he said clasping my shoulder. A cold shiver and sweat ran down my back. “Do you know who Kate is?” he asked me. I really think that he has lost it. Kate is my son Albert’s girlfriend. “What do you mean?” I asked him.