Cat Noir Posing Novels & Stories

“There, so beautiful.” I hold the end of the leash and give a tug, pulling her off the chair and down to her knees. She gasps, grabbing her neck in horror. “Is this—is this…?” She was on the verge of hyperventilating. “Breathe. You're hardly a pet without a collar. Be on your best manners, Kitten, and I won't tug too hard.”

In the quiet hum of the testing lab, amidst the sterile white walls and the gentle whirring of machinery, a small tabby cat slinked in through a partially open window. Its emerald eyes scanned the room, curiosity piqued by the sight of a lone bottle of milk sitting on a laboratory table. Hunger gnawed at its stomach, a primal urge that led it closer to the tantalizing scent of fresh dairy. The bottle, with its cap carelessly left open, beckoned like an oasis in the desert. With a swift paw, the cat nudged the bottle, sending it teetering towards the edge. The milk inside sloshed, a promise of nourishment and comfort.

People stopped us every block, an older woman cooing, two teenagers snapping selfies, even a delivery guy on his bike pausing to say, “Yo, cute cat, man.” “See?” Carolina said, pointing like she’d just proven some scientific fact. “He’s a gato mágico. I told you.” “Or he’s just a kitten.” She gasped like I’d committed blasphemy. “Just a kitten? He is destiny in fur. Watch, he’ll change your whole life.” I shook my head, smirking despite myself. “You’re ridiculous.” “Ridiculously right,” she shot back, scribbling something into her notebook mid-stride without even looking where she was going. I had to grab her elbow to stop her from walking straight into a mailbox.

Riley groaned, running her fingers through her hair as she headed toward the bathroom to take a shower. Theo chuckled softly outside the door and was about to walk away when he nearly collided with Serial, who stared at him with a confused expression. His smile vanished instantly, replaced by a cold, unreadable look. “Master Theo,” Serial said, her tone stiff. “What are you doing in the 100th Wild Cat’s room?” She emphasized 100th like it was an insult. Theo stepped closer until he was standing directly in front of her. “Don’t you ever question me again,” he said coldly.

Nox, in his black cat form, meowed at my feet and wrapped himself around my legs, his dilated pupils following my every movement. “Ready to meet Jess?” I asked, bending down to scratch behind his ears. He emitted a purr that vibrated against my fingers. Ready, he seemed to say. But will she think I’m just a regular cat? “You’re a regular cat. For now.” He blinked slowly, and I could have sworn there was mockery in that blink.

The orange menace currently sprawled across my arms. Not me…..Obviously not me. I suddenly become aware of how warm my face feels. Wonderful, just fantastic. Exactly what I needed today. I feel so Humiliated, I clear my throat. A little too loudly. Dante glances toward me, one dark eyebrow lifting slightly. “The cat is actually a boy.” Mochi opens one eye, dante looks at the cat. Then at me, then back at the cat. For a moment, nobody says anything. Then……

West cooed, crouching down on the dust-caked path, and a beautiful silky black cat with intimidating green eyes slipped into his arms. "You sound like you're talking to a dog," I laughed, revelling in the affection with which he nuzzled his face into the tabby's back. The cat purred rather irritatedly in response. He stroked its back with his long, svelte fingers, getting up from the squat. The perfection of his fingernails made me eye mine ruefully - I'd never quite gotten the hang of keeping my nails long and pretty.

“You're not gonna let me leave, are you? Please! I beg you! Whatever you want, I will give it to you! I do not really care. Just… take whatever you want…" His laughter rings out through the room as he keeps on approaching her slowly; tactfully; menacingly. What scares Noelle the most about the entire situation, is the fact that this lean and elegant cat man does not underestimate in the least. He does not look at her like she is damsel in distress who is unable to fight or help herself in the least. He looks at her like she is a wild animal who will rip him apart and tear him to shreds if given the slightest chance.

Cat insisted, already positioning herself like a professional photographer. ‎They snapped pictures—serious ones, silly ones, and completely random poses that made absolutely no sense but somehow felt perfect in the moment. ‎At one point, Danika struck a dramatic pose, flipping her hair slightly as if she were on a runway. ‎Cat burst out laughing almost immediately. “What was that?!” ‎“I don’t know!” Danika laughed, covering her face slightly. “Delete it!” ‎“Never,” Cat said firmly, already saving it like evidence for future blackmail.

I asked Rae, already assuming the answer was no. Confirming my suspicions, Rae shook her head, "I have no idea." As I squinted closer at the cat, I noticed one of its hind legs seemed to not work because it sat back on its haunches, the dead leg sticking out at an awkward angle. Its pelt was spotted white and grey, but patches of the fur were falling out, leaving ugly bald strips behind. It had crooked whiskers that twitched along with its nose that was moving rapidly to identify who was around.