Cat Core Novels & Stories

Linaria stands dumbfounded as she watches this magnificent looking feline growl and shake its head. "Kir? Are you okay?" Linaria whispers to the giant cat. In return the animal turns and stares at Linaria, a menacing growl escaping its large jaws as it stalks toward her. Linaria is frozen in place as she continues watching Kir's massive form walk in her direction.

Linux left the kitchen, and Josey looked at Mara, “It’s still here?” Mara nodded, “Yup, because Linux apparently doesn’t care about his own safety.” Josey laughed, and Mara smiled. Tarrin had explained who Cherry was earlier this morning, so Josey was suddenly excited to meet her. A minute later, Linux came back into the kitchen holding a small carrier with a tiny mewing kitten in it. Josey’s breath caught in her throat before squealing, “It’s so cute! Can I hold her?” “Yes, you can!” Linux replied excitedly to Josey’s reaction and opened the carrier door.

" Why not? Being a bit of a rabbit could have its own benefits maybe your hearing has become better? or you're faster now?" " Well, we won't know until we find out right?" Troublemaker says with a grin as he stands to his feet before offering me his hand. " It definitely beats sitting in a lab the whole day!" I grin as I grab his hand, he pulls me to my feet and wraps his arm around my shoulder, giving me a couple of pats on my shoulder. " Definitely! Umm... Quick question, if you're a leopard then what is Kaen? Since both of you are from the Felidae family and both show strong resistance to heat. I guess he is a half-cheetah? Am I right?"

Ankit left his friend's office. Yukio leaned his head back on the desk, brought his fingers over his lips and smiled.... Oriental Gray: I can't do it, I've been taking care of a fine breed kitten that came to my house a couple of weeks ago.... Black Cat: But if the kitty wasn't in your house would you “ "So the fine breed kitty is me, so you think I'm in your way?" Oriental Gray: It's not about the puss, I've only thought about doing it if it's a stable relationship, but for now it's not. Black Cat: What does your kitty say about all that?

I could feel my wolf become restless inside me but paused when I heard the meowing of Raija's cat. Narrowing my glowing eyes, I spotted the horrid little creature on the window sill inside of the home. Curling my lip I headed straight for the open window and leaned over to instill my dominance over the feline. "It is trying to converse with me. He says his name is Tom and he is a spiritual advisor for Raija, very interesting," Cota said in my subconscious. Furrowing my brow I hissed, "Ask him if the woman is a true witch or a deranged human." Glaring at the black beast my ears twitch hearing paws breaking twigs.

They gave Frost wary looks, and an awkward silence filled the air once more. Heartbeats seemed to pass before the she-cat finally returned. Behind her was a large cat with brown fur and dark ginger paws. Frost swallowed back the fear that was rising in her throat. These cats were related to her kits' father. There was nothing to be afraid of as long as she appeared strong in front of them.

G****e it. Rolling his eyes, he slips a phone from his pocket. "If you don't even know what a cat drinks then you shouldn't have one." He grumbles as his fingers type the question in. It's my turn to roll my eyes. I am perfectly capable of taking care of a cat. Once I figure out what they drink. "Most cats are lactose intolerant. After they're weaned off their mother's milk most kittens lose the ability to digest milk sugar efficiently, so their primary source of hydration is water." Hunter recites out loud.

Rayne bit the inside of her lip and considered her answer as her cat purred louder at the sound of his voice. Her animal was clearly intrigued by the vampire which was surprising as her cat didn't usually pay much attention to men around her. But something about the vampire had its attention. Maybe it was his question? He was obviously knowledgeable about wildcats. He knew the black panther was not in fact a panther but a member of either the leopard or jaguar family. That would stroke her cat's ego, that this male was asking an intelligent question about its origins. She considered her options and then went for the truth as she knew it.

So pure that even snow seemed dull in comparison. By the first day, Snowy opened his eyes. On day two, he started walking. And on day three, he could open doors, shred the milk box with his razor-sharp teeth, and drink all the fresh milk in the building. Leo and Luna were satisfied with raw food. Not Snowy. He only ate live prey. He drove the neighborhood's escaped hamsters to extinction, snapped up fish straight from hooks, and even hunted a neighbor's pet rabbit. My role as "cat mama" escalated—I was now the posthumous disaster manager: cleaning up after carnage, apologizing to neighbors, begging forgiveness, and still having to earn money.