Cat Pun Novels & Stories

“Promise that you won’t freak out by what I’m fixing to tell you and what you see afterwards. And know that I will not hurt you in any kind of way.” “Ok, I promise.” Alaina sighed, the cat was getting closer, she couldn’t see it just yet but she figured it was a mountain lion by the smell. And from the sound of its steps, it was a male, and a big one. “I know this is going to sound really funny to you and you aren’t going to be able to understand how I can hear it, but there is a pretty big cat on the hunt right now. From what I figure it’s a mountain lion. It already has the scent of its prey and headed here fast.”

At first glance, he looked like an extraordinary spiritual beast. "This is my pet, called 'Lucky'. It's a purebred leopard cat. Although it looks scary, it's very docile and has a very high IQ." The beautiful leopard cat immediately attracted the attention of a group of people, and they came over to look at it. It was indeed a beautiful cat!

Something Gato, his amazing grey African wild pet cat clearly have no respect for, as she casually jumps on the bed and curls herself up all over the picture of the giant lion face and closes her eyes to sleep. Sergio brushes his teeth and joins her on the bed.

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

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.

He sure as hell looked more intimidating than most, but somehow he was rather gentle. "I have a cat. Her name is Mittens. She was a stray and I took her in after I left my pack. I could relate, you know?" Carlton explained and moved closer to the wound again. I shut my eyes as he pressed the tip of the prongs in. Metal slipped in my blood, looking for the bullet that might leave me cripple. "She is ginger and black with white patches all along her body. I built her a cat play house before I came here. Some of my friends said they would look after her. I miss that girl every damn day," he admitted.

“I’ve never had it, kitten, but I know exactly what it would be like with you. Slow, deep, and hard, so hard you’ll feel me for days. So slow you’ll beg me for mercy, and when I decide to put you out of your misery, so fast you won’t be capable of conscious thought except for my name. So deep you’ll feel your release down to your toes. Nothing will compare to it, and nothing else will ever be good enough. I will ease every ache you’ve ever had, and I will ruin you for anyone else. I promise.” Then he bites me again, and I gasp. “Any other questions, Kitten?” “Actually…yeah. There are fewer girls than straight boys, and a lot of them are doing things with more than one guy. But everyone seems

I was in awe of their courage, and I thanked them with all my heart. The pack gathered around me, and I told them what had happened. They were amazed by the bravery of the mother cat and her kitten, and they praised them for their actions. The kitten walked up to me, and I bent down to pet it. It purred loudly, rubbing its head against my hand. I smiled, a feeling of peace settling over me. I knew that I had made a new friend, and that the pack was safe. I named the kitten Lucky, and it became a beloved member of our pack.

Without even looking at Julia, he said, "You came back too late. We've already had dinner. There are still some leftovers in the fridge. You can heat it up and eat it." Though only minutes had passed, Julia felt as if she'd been standing frozen in place for days. Moving her stiff legs, she walked toward Coby. "You wanted a pet, right? I got you a kitten." She bent down, letting him see the kitten she held. After glancing at it, Coby looked up at her and said, "But Aunt Juliette already got me a parrot. It can even repeat the phrases I teach it. A cat can't do that. It just meows all the time. It's so annoying."

So Carlo was right… Slamming down the thought of Carlo and his insults, I focus on the kitten. “Okay, let’s get a look at you, sweetie. Oh good, the burn isn’t as bad as it could be. You are so lucky. Ah, oops, you’re a girl.” I run my hands gently over the kitten, watching her for any reaction of pain to my touch. A sigh of relief leaves me when she doesn’t meow in pain. Studying her, she’s pure black, not a spot of color on her.