Cat Sans Novels & Stories

The only other colored fur was near the head in a form of a black mohawk that slid along its spine a few feet; stopping about mid-way on a normal cat's back. It slid down and landed with next to no sound, its eyes watching me as it waited. "Kasey, this is Sorscha, she is my familiar. She's what you mortals call a Tatzelwurm." Latifa walked over to the beast that's head was half the size of Latifa. Its paws are bigger than the width of my chest. It was huge! "How.....did...." I looked back at the small shadowy corner it came from in complete shock and confusion.

Catherine's friend Chelsea asked. "He is an Asian. What do you expect? A horse-size dick? Besides, we already talked about it, remember?" "Come on, I'm serious. Is it really that small? Korean-kind-of-small? or Pakistan-kind-of-big?" Catherine smiled and raised her brow at Jane. "Hell, Pakistanis are huge! You better believe me. I have one of those, and there is nothing small about it." Chelsea whispered and smirked, which made Catherine turn wide-eyed. "What?" "How on earth did you..."

“Oh let me be, go away” Kenny tried chasing her cat away but he kept disturbing her. “What is your problem? Let me press my phone please” “Meow! Meow!” the cat cried slowly and glanced at Kenny. “Awww! My little cutie pet. Alright what do you want? Rat? No I can’t get you that, go get one yourself” Kenny said and the cat jumped onto her lap, flipped the phone away with it’s claws and stared at Kenny.

I said accepting my drink from RJ and the fact that I couldn’t talk with Crispin at this moment. “Yes, we were, so I’ll start with Leo and move onto Lucy and then we need to talk about your appearance at court next week.” My dad says after putting his half-empty glass down. “Ok our War cats are a crossbreed from our animals from Crustalia planet that made the trip with Earth’s feline creatures. They might look similar or act as the cats you know but they are not.”

“Papá had his men take her away. We told Camila she ran away.” “Was she ever told the truth?” Catalina shrugged. “I haven’t thought about that story in years. I just know it’s Camila’s go-to passcode.” “I’m going to tell her the fucking truth and take her to the pound. She can have fifty cats if she wants. I don’t give a damn. Our father wasn’t fond of animals either. You all can start with kids. We’ll start with cats.” Tears came to Catalina’s eyes. “You’ll find my sister.”

Rayne bit the inside of her lip and considered her answer as her cat purred louder at the sound of his voice. Her animal was clearly intrigued by the vampire which was surprising as her cat didn't usually pay much attention to men around her. But something about the vampire had its attention. Maybe it was his question? He was obviously knowledgeable about wildcats. He knew the black panther was not in fact a panther but a member of either the leopard or jaguar family. That would stroke her cat's ego, that this male was asking an intelligent question about its origins. She considered her options and then went for the truth as she knew it.

Then again, she only had about ten total. "We Scots call her Nessie." She smiled and sipped her cocoa. "That's right. Cattenach's a Scottish name." Grunting, he claimed the seat on the other side of the couch, giving her a wide berth. "Makes sense with your coloring." Bones curled up on the rug in front of a coffee table and promptly closed his eyes. Smart dog. Which reminded him... "What kept you awake? Talking it out will help." He crossed his arms, wondering how many branches of the crazy tree he'd smacked his head on when he'd fallen. He'd typically take a second coming of the bubonic plague over conversation.

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.

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.

Caturix rumbles. I had no idea that they could switch like that without shifting. I have to say that Caturix is one imposing Lycan. He must be at least 8’ tall and he is all muscle. His fur is as black as night. I wanted to pet him, but during an attack is not the time for shit like that. I run my hand through his hair, and I swear he starts to purr like a damn cat. I nearly ask him if he is purring, but I do not think he would appreciate being compared to a cat. “Aww you are purring.” I coo.