Cat Sad Diary Novels & Stories

If it weren’t for the tabby’s voice, I would’ve still been in the dark. Without hesitation, I gave the tabby two big chicken drumsticks. And just like that, I heard its thoughts again. “Waaah, these drumsticks are amazing. My owner is so pretty and kind! “But my silly, beautiful owner, you can’t keep dieting like this. You’re working yourself to the bone, and in the end it’s all benefiting that evil woman!” I listened quietly, then pulled the tabby into my arms and kissed it. There was no need to worry. The real show hadn’t even started yet.

the memories still raw and painful. "They made my life a living hell, Kris. But I never thought I'd find a place worse than that... until I came to Bayford."Claudine paused, her eyes lifting to meet Kris's gaze, and was met with a sympathetic expression. His face was a mask of compassion, his eyes filled with a deep understanding as if he could feel the weight of her words. His lips were parted slightly as if he was about to speak, but he remained silent, letting her know that he was fully present, fully engaged in her story. Claudine searched his face, looking for any sign of judgment or pity, but all she saw was kindness and empathy. Emboldened by his supportive expression, she took a dee

“—came back to see him on the couch doing that little crouchy pose, you know the one dogs do when they shit—” “—and he took a dump on the couch, got it,” Jedidiah says, staring up into the sky soullessly. “So? Where’s the culprit?” As if hearing his name, Cat stalks out from the bedroom, shaking himself so his fur fluffs up and he looks like an oversized marshmallow. Jedidiah’s anger dissipates. Aw. It’s not his fault. Damn, Cat has Jedidiah wrapped around his little paw. “Um, we shooed him away right as he was doing his poop, so…”

But that very move alone was what prompted yet another discovery. A more sudden and nerve racking discovery that paused me on my feet. My eyes zeroing in on it. Hidden in all the mess… a notepad. A red notepad, strangely familiar the longer I spent staring at it. “What’s this?” I reached for it, eyebrows furrowed. Feeling the smooth surface before flipping it open. And what I saw… it just stopped my heart for a minute. Breath hanging as i read the words; “Day 2; I met a sad boy, dear diary. A sad boy who doesn’t cry.”

“It’s o‍kay. We are g​ood.” Then I‍ told‌ h​er everyt⁠hing. Every⁠ detail‍. Every f‍ear. Every mo⁠ment from this morning—C​o‌nrad reading my diary, the violent sex, the si‍lence, the ra‌ge brewin‌g in hi​s‍ chest⁠. Sadie lis⁠tened‍ quietly, he⁠r expression turning i‌nto⁠ concern.

The dog appeared at the brink of death as it lay there in a coma, breathing weakly. Rex sat paralyzed to one side as if he had lost the whole world. Hilda, too, couldn't accept it. How can a healthy dog turn out this way? The atmosphere was gloomy all the way to Africa. Rex kept staring at Kater without eating nor drinking. Nathan had to persuade him for a long time before he would drink some milk. Hilda glanced at Kater and Rex, then took out her phone and checked the news about Taadi City. Taadi City was in turmoil. Diana, an A list celebrity, had died under suspicious circumstances, while Salem came out to place all the blame on Connie.

I got punched in the arm for that one, but I made her laugh and smile and it was worth it. Sadie also had what I liked to call beautiful mood swings. This was when Sadie wasn't having a very good day and would show herself to me in a not so beautiful way. These were the days I had to step in and be the mean guy to help her get herself under control. I was really tired of having to buy new furniture or new dishes. When she was having a bad day. Everything was my fault and she let me know it. Then of course once she got herself under control. She would have what I would call a cry fest and apologize to me for three days. The fights wouldn't be bad if Sadie didn't have the ability to lift the c

The stray cat I adopted had recently started looking at my boyfriend, Logan Bennett, and his female best friend, Chloe Dawson, like they were complete idiots. Then one day, Chloe climbed into the passenger seat of Logan’s car again and shot me a provocative smile. A fierce little voice suddenly rang out in my head: “Human, that woman is calling you an idiot in her head! She’s also planning to get your man drunk tonight! Hurry up and slap her! If you do, I’ll make sure you find money on the street when you leave!” I froze and stared down at Mochi in my arms. So my cat could not only talk, but also read minds and predict the future? Fine. From today on, Mochi and I would make these two s

A sick bastard who needs his dick chopped off and shoved up his ass. I walk through the back entrance to the club, ignoring the commotion going on down the hall. I enter my room and sit back in my armchair. I let my eyes browse the room, the suns peeking through the curtains, making the dust particles visible as they dance through the air. The room smells like it's just been through a deep clean service, leaving the smell of cleaning products wavering about, tainting the atmosphere of the room. I open my bag and pull out my phone. Scrolling through my contacts I swipe right when that son of a bitches name appears on the screen. Layla: My kitty is hungry, bring her a large sausage with your s

Dog starts jumping around happily and barking "Oh! Oh yes! Oh, yea! And next time I see those boys, ... I am gonna bark at them" " Let's speak about it inside, out of this cold." complains cat. Then the two came inside the cardboard box for a nice drink of fresh water and cold sausage. THE END