Cat Bloody Mucus Novels & Stories

My pants were caked in mud. When I ran into the crowd, I wiped my face. My tears streamed down and left muddy streaks on my face. My voice trembled. “No… There’s nothing to see! Just a few stray cats were in heat. I chased them away. Let’s go back!” “Stray cats?” Mr. Wilson from the supply warehouse frowned, and his face darkened. “There are grains and cotton in the warehouse! What if the stray cats bite through the bags? We must go inside and check!”

He suddenly collapsed, as if he was knocked down, when I walked past him. My eyes widened in surprise, and I immediately picked him up. I gently shook him, trying to wake him up. "What happened, little kitten?" Despite my attempts to comfort him by stroking him, he seemed drowsy. Perhaps he was feeling dizzy from his earlier actions. Silly cat, walking in circles like that. But since he was still breathing, I assumed he was fine. I made a cozy bed for him in my room and proceeded to remove my underwear. I carried the cat with me, aware of my unsteady feet. He might need a bath too, especially if he had been drinking alcohol at the pub. When I smelled his mouth, it had a delightful scent, but

After she calmed down, she got up from the bed and slowly walked to the box. Her brows were drawn in a frown. When she reached it, her hand covered her nose. It was an animal that was in the box. A small dead rabbit. It was already covered in maggots and the sight was terrible. It looked like it was stabbed multiple times. Bile rised to her to her throat, Megan rushed to the bathroom and emptied the contents of her stomach in the toilet. After she washed her mouth, she went straight to find her phone and took pictures of it then she called some cleaners to clean it up. The cleaners arrived and cleaned it up.

Inside a pair of pained eyes looked back up at me. “Meow.” “Oh... Selene....” I cried as tears fell from my eyes as I looked over the poor cat. It was covered in mud and blood, patches of fur were missing, and I could count almost all of its ribs. “What the hell did they do to you?!” I couldn’t even tell what color its fur was supposed to be, it was stained by mud. The poor creature started shaking again and I wrapped it in my arms protectively. “Well damn.” My brother whispered. “Come on, we should get it home.” I felt him grab my waist and pull me towards the car.

I stumbled back, my hands clutching his arm again “What is that!?” I gasps, narrowing my eyes at the hideous monster in front of me. It was skinny and shaved, with soar around its collar. I could see the anatomy of its rib cage. It had only one eye and where the other should have been was a hole. He was also missing its ear on the same side. Repulsed by it's ghastly appearance, I wrinkled my nose at the sight of the dirty white cat that had just come out of the dumpster.

Sensing Eulalia's discomfort, the cat carefully licked her hand. A cat's tongue has tiny barbs, making it feel ticklish on the skin. Eulalia stroked Misty's head in response. The motion sickness was unpleasant, but Eulalia endured it. She had grown accustomed to enduring discomfort over the years, so it didn't feel particularly unbearable. After an hour, they finally arrived. The driver pulled over to the curb. "We're here, miss. Please give me a five-star rating!" Eulalia ignored him, grabbed her bag, and carried Misty out of the car. Instead of going straight to her apartment, she took Misty to a pet store.

Another spot on her pretty head that I need to be mindful of while washing her luscious hair. “What the hell?” She demands, scowling at me and flushed with anger. Removing an intact bottle of laudanum from my pocket and waving it in front of her face, scowling right back at her. “Mind explaining your interest in this?” Crinkling her nose, she scoffs. “I don't even know what that is. I was looking for some damn toilet paper when I heard something rattling underneath the stairs. When I realized the sound was coming from the top of the cabinet, I climbed up and found the box, shaking. Apparently there was a mouse with its tail trapped under one of the legs on the box and when I moved it, it sho

“Thank you. At least I got to see such an angelic face before going out.” My throat tightens but I force a smile anyway. I reach for the garment covering his body and slowly pull it back. A strangled gasp escapes me. There’s a black, smoky mucus seeping out of his abdomen, curling and moving like it’s alive. It’s thick and dark, spreading beneath his skin, pulsing faintly with every strained breath he takes. The smell that hits me is horrible. The mucus smells like rot mixed with something metallic. My stomach flips violently but I try to hold my lunch in.

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.

- I should wash the blood off. as I opened the shower and warm water trailed my skin I felt my muscles getting relaxed. After taking a quick shower I came out of the washroom in my bathrobe and Sat on the couch. I opened my laptop just to witness my secretary have already mailed me the footages, - Man, he isn't that bad. I played the footages on fast forward as I observed everyone. and there it was, My kitten. Dressed up in a knee length White skirt and a baby pink tank top. she looked heavenly.