Cat Core Novels & Stories

There’s an old English proverb that states: "A cat has nine lives. For three he plays, for three he strays, and for the last three he stays". A common myth that we’ve all heard is that cats have nine lives. But where does this fiction of feline immortality actually come from? And why is it the number nine? Nine is considered a magical number, which could also be part of the reason cats are attributed with nine lives. Cats have been both worshipped and feared throughout the ages and are seen as magical creatures.

Cat was wide-eyed and silent as she listened to me. Her breathing had increased and I could feel her hard cock grinding back against mine. When she finally was able to speak, she breathed out, "This kitten might just be filled up with her man's hot cum by the time they are both satisfied."

Alpha Torin didn’t dwell on his curiosity, he started following the cat, out of his room, out of his packhouse and through the forest in the darkness of the night. The cat darted ahead through the thick trees like it was on a mission. Alpha Torin couldn’t help but realize in that moment that the cat was supernatural. Had the Luna’s been using it for some reasons? He had thought she adored it and bought it. They hadn’t walked far when h the cat suddenly halted and started meowing violently and relentlessly.

He asked, "where's the cat?" An Taotao pointed to the bathroom and said, "mother Chen is Bathing meow. It's a newborn milk meow with super bright eyes. She's trying to survive." Mr. King answered. Soon after, the bathroom door was opened and Chen Ma came out with her milk in her arms. That is an orange meow, lovely and edible! An Taotao took the meow, smiled and said, "Wow, it's a chrysanthemum cat. It's said that chrysanthemum cat can eat super,."

"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?"

Maria bathes the cat, looks at the nametag hanging from its collar, and sighs, “Your name is Eny? …Aren't you a male cat?" The fat cat tilted its head, meowing freely for two hours, that's right, Eny is a male cat, pregnant like a female cat, a pregnant male cat!

No time to rest, no time to breathe—we were officially in the thick of it. The second kitten arrived with far less drama. This one came out wriggling and squawking, as if it had complaints about the lighting. A mess of black, orange, and cream swirled across its tiny body—classic tortie. Ofelia crouched next to me, eyes wide as she whispered, “Freya. She looks like her mama.”