Cat Noir Pic Novels & Stories

"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?"

It didn't take less than five seconds and I was healed magically. Nagisa's jaws dropped. " Just what are you?!" I put the bomb away and buried my hands deep in my pockets. " I'M A CAT WITH NINE LIVES!"

have found me so fast. She shoved the thought down. Hard. Across the yard, Jasmine and Kika were locked in a brutal spar. Jasmine—wild cat number 89—was dominating, landing elbow strikes and knee drives that had Kika (101) staggering. Serial stood at the edge of the mat, arms crossed, shouting critiques. “Too slow, 101! You fight like you’re scared of pain—newsflash, it’s coming anyway!” Jasmine swept Kika’s legs; Kika hit the mat hard. Serial barked a laugh. Then her gaze shifted. Landed on Riley. A slow, predatory smile curled her lips. “Oh look who we have here,” Serial called, loud enough to draw eyes from every corner of the yard. “The runaway wild cat. Quite surprising how out of the

The smell hits me, and I grimace. "Audrey," I say in a warning tone, "that better not be—" "TEQUILA!" She yells and I groan. Tequila is the sure-fire way to get me both hammered and horny, and she damn well knows this. "Come on, Kat," she says in her sweetest voice, pouting at me then grinning at Dan. She passes Mark a glass. "Why are there five?" I ask her.

“Mrrroww!” A blur of white, orange, and black clawed at the interview room window. A calico cat—tail fluffed in indignation—stood on its hind legs, pawing frantically. Clenched in its teeth was a worn, yellowed folder. “That cat again?!” The academic director stood, sighing in irritation. “It’s been raiding the kitchen for fish all week.” But Takuto’s eyes widened. Through the dusty glass, he saw it—the corner of a logo he knew all too well.

He stood up from the bed and took a shower then wore his clothes. He went towards the couch where his phone was and grabbed his phone. A triumph smile was visible on his lips. He opened his phones gallery and his smile went wide after seeing the picture of his wild kitten. Yeah.! When they were going to Cathie's house in her car, he sneakily took a picture of Cathie when she was not looking.

Maci. Her name on my phone screen is like a brand to my soul. My thumb hesitates, hovering over the message like it might burn me. I open it. A picture. My chest tightens as the image fills the screen. It’s her living room, dimly lit, cosy. Curled in her lap is a small, fluffy cat, its wide eyes comically ridiculous and almost smug. A faint grin tugs at my lips before I even realise it. The caption reads:

She stood up and slowly peeled off her tight little shorts down and kicked them aside. 'No underwear,' Shamira thought, staring at the jaguar's kitty. Then Renata tossed her shirt aside. It was obvious that she loved showing off her wild side. Her bones and muscles and organs shifted under her skin, and a light coat of yellow-gold and black fur crept up. Soon, there was a two-hundred-plus pound cat lying on the floor, its tongue lolling absently. "Clara was right," Shamira whispered, reaching her hand out and stroking the fur between Renata's ears, then giving her a scratch. "You are a beautiful cat!" She scratched the jag's cheeks and found out that big cats can sometimes purr.

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!

JONEA “Oh, yeah, I… Nothing,” I said to Daran. I started running after him. I asked the cat when standing next to Daran and the black cat. “So where is your king?” “The one next to you,” the black cat replied. I was confused and looked to the side. Apparently, it was a snow-white cat with beautiful, thick fur perched on the fence of a stone house. The cat had odd-eyed eyes, one blue and the other yellow.