Cat Core Novels & Stories

She shook her head and then screamed “NOOOOOO!” “I don’t want to! Let me go!” Carla struggled to get away from Levy who ignored her screams and screeches before taking her out of the lodge and heading towards the healer of the pack. ******* “It’s stomachache,” stated Trey as he looked at the little cat lying on the white table with an expression that said she was dead to the world. He arched a brow before turning to look at Levy, he then said to her, “You shouldn’t feed your cat things that would be harmful to her.”

"She always makes a fuss, and there's been a stay-home warning all day. She wouldn't be stupid enough to come out in this weather." As he spoke, his commanding officer, Connor Smith, stormed over, eyes blazing. "You were stationed closest to the scene and showed up thirty minutes late—where were you?" "It's my fault," Mandy cut in, sounding regretful as she hovered behind Wade. "My cat ran up a tree, and Wade helped me get her down." Connor's face hardened. "Wade Deek! There's been a fatality. Whatever your excuse, you're facing serious disciplinary action."

CAT M'NOO cackled with her notoriously nasal laugh. Sympathy was offered by Lydia as the titters reverberated all through the room. CAT M'NOO was the leader of the catty girls' clique that hung around the casino, trying to catch herself a rich mafia husband and wasting her time bothering Kyoline's life. She went out of her way to belittle her almost the whole school she went to with her and it looked like she was determined to do the same thing now.

I muttered firmly. Half lie. Half truth. I had to be home before Callahan could walk into the living room, give the cat to my children, and stop Isabella from loving my boss to the moon and back. Although Cotton was a cute Balinese kitten, and like my children, I also fell in love with the tiny feline, I still had to consider Cooper’s health.

It mewed again and made its way across the floor to Dillon, where it proceeded to rub itself against his leg. “There you are,” Dillon smiled as he bent down to pick up the cat. Well, it looked more like a kitten, actually. It was beautiful, a cute little fluffy Siamese kitten with light gray fur and striking blue eyes. The cat purred as Dillon affectionately stroked its head. “Cassandra, meet the Magical Ms. Mistoffelees. Or just Stoffs for short.” “She’s adorable,” I said, taking a step towards him. He passed me the kitten and it purred. “That’s quite the name,” I teased.

One female. The bigger one was Bubba. The smaller one, Missy. I raised them like my own kids. Nobody cared that I had strays. They cared about how much they ate. Bubba and Missy wouldn't touch fifty-dollar kibble. Not the hundred-dollar stuff either. Canned food? Fancy treats other cats went crazy for? Nope. Fresh meat only. Three-pound chickens—four, five a day. Then they'd get bored of chicken. Switch to pork. Then beef.

There was a cat carrier next to Linux with a small Persian kitten inside. It was young and chubby, and had orange fur. At that moment, it was sleeping. "Linux, is that your cat?" Tehilla asked curiously. Linux nodded in reply and pursed his lips slightly, as if he was smiling. Then, he lowered himself and took out the Persian cat, holding it in his arms. He stroked the cat with one finger and the cat purred softly as it stretched its body.

Below them, a sea of subordinates stood in suffocating silence. “The Wild Cat Crew has faced an influx of threats,” Armani’s voice sliced through the room like a blade. “And we do not tolerate weakness.” In the back of the hall, Riley leaned toward Skylar, her voice a jagged whisper. “Wait—this ‘crew’ is actually called the Wild Cats?” “Keep your voice down,” Skylar hissed, her eyes darting nervously. “And yes. It’s an honor.” Riley let out a sharp, mocking scoff. “An honor? It’s pathetic. It’s lame.”

The meat of the patterned giant-horned antelope retained its unique flavor, complemented by a special sauce, and with every bite, the fragrance lingered in his mouth, bringing immense satisfaction. Logo had always suspected that Catherine often came over for more than just socializing with Xis. The head maid's exquisite cooking was certainly another significant factor. As they were indulging in the delicious meal, time passed in a serene atmosphere, until a plump cat appeared. It was a cloud-white feline with indigo stripes, its body swaying with a visible pouch as it walked leisurely into the dining room, unopposed. Krasu! Logo’s knight companion, a rare and noble cloud thunder tiger from t

Couchs sat against the large windows and a counter wrapped like a horse shoe in the back. "Go take a seat and find your kitten." He told her as he headed for the counter. Willow took a corner spot by the window, gazing around at the beautiful felines that roamed the room. From short haired to long haired. Maine Coons, Siamese, even a few Sphynx scurried about. Willow didn't want to seek one out, instead she wanted one to come to her. One that would recognize what she was and not run away. Like Tiki.