Cat Pun Novels & Stories

I furrowed my brows, clicked my tongue lightly, and said on purpose, "Oh my, this cat seems to be in heat. Shouldn't we find a tom to mate her with?" One of the younger maids piped up eagerly, "I used to keep a female cat at home, my lady. I've heard that when a female cat is in heat, you can poke her backside with a stick to give her some temporary relief."

Swiftly, the branch rattles rigorously, raining leaves, droplets of rainwater, and tiny shrapnels which lasts only for a second before a huge black blur zips out of the cover of the leaves and smaller branches. My eyes follow the blur as it lands on the ground, and I smile widely when I meet deep black orbs staring back at me. I begin to roll up the sleeves of my blouse as I push away from the door and step down the old concrete porch steps. “I think it’s time we set the pups out, don’t you think?” I suggest, stepping away from the last step and onto the damp mowed lawn. “They’re stable now, and I’ve stuffed them real good”. Upma is a large wild cat- A black Panther to be precise. Grandmothe

Muscat decided to get out of the room for the first time, hissed at him. "Ah!" Roses screamed. "What's that beast?!" He was pointing at the cat, trembling. Ace and Loki gaped at Muscat. Minnie and I looked at each other in confusion. It was Ace who first talked. "I'm telling you now, that is no Bengal cat." "What do you mean?" Minnie and I asked at the same time. "It's bigger than a full-grown adult Bengal now, "Ace said, eyes twinkling in awe. "And now that it had gained weight and not as thin as before, I am quite sure that it's a panther."

My breath came fast and shallow, lips now dry. In the corner, next to a fallen bookcase, stood…an enormous male cat with shiny black fur. Emerald-gold eyes peered into my soul as he lifted his head to hiss at me. I blinked a few times. Yep, I've lost it. Because what I was looking at was a panther, and we didn't have panthers in Colorado. Unless I missed something, okay, remain calm. Remember your farm training. Who the hell was I kidding? This was a wild animal, for Christ's Sake.

“My pussy cat smells so good.” Pandora flinched, slightly amused by Kingston’s continued sniffing of her scent. The man wasn’t alone. He’d brought three kittens; cute and adorable. If Pandora had to guess, the face and build of the hybrid cat resembled a puma, but its markings and stripes were like those of a cheetah. “I want to hold one.” They were still small. Not nearly as intimidating as Kingston’s other cats. Pandora picked one up. She stroked the cat’s soft fur. She giggled as Kingston’s intense gaze fixed on her.

Cats have been both worshipped and feared throughout the ages and are seen as magical creatures. The myth that cats have multiple lives exists across the world. No one exactly knows where the expression came from, but it has been around for centuries. But do cats actually have nine lives? No! Cats have one life just like any other living creature, most people would say. Cats. Interesting lovely creatures. They're probably the most independent pet out there. They can withstand falls and other serious accidents without being fatally wounded, which is perhaps where the saying ‘a cat has nine lives’ actually comes from.

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.

However, I have a question about this marking business and hope like hell I'm wrong. "When you say mark each other, are you talking about when cats raise their tails and spray pee to mark their territory? Are you going to have Viper raise his tail and spray me with panther pee? I think I may have a problem with that." I scrunch my face up in disgust, and Shaun begins laughing so hard he has to hold his side.

Cat purred with a sexy smile which Poison reciprocated and then leaned down to kiss the blonde again before moving off the bed. Cat leaned up trying to capture her lips again but when it eludes her she pouted. " where are you going? " she grumbled in a childish tone, pursing her lips more like a child having a tantrum. " You are so cute, " Poison said softly before disappearing out of the room.

Lynette’s POV A soft smile lingers on my lips as I scratch behind the ear of the feline curled in my arms. His fur is plush, warm beneath my fingertips, and the gentle vibration of his purring sends soothing tremors through my body. It’s a peaceful rhythm, one that settles into my bones, quieting the restless thoughts buzzing in the back of my mind. Cats are the best. I nod to myself, firm in this belief.