Cat Sans Novels & Stories

The cat said, immediately flying over and approaching Miss Lin. "Huh? It can fly and talk? Is he really Miss Lin’s uncle?” Long Chen thought, feeling suspicious but also realizing that the cat in front of him could fly and its aura wasn’t much like that of an ordinary cat. Long Chen couldn’t sense any power from the cat, so there was only one possibility: the white cat in front of him possessed power far beyond his own.

The alpha chuckled. "Can we adopt a cat too? " The omega tilted her head. "A cat? Do you like cats? " "I love them! " The girl beamed. "Don't you like them? " Keiran scratched his neck. "Umm… not really to be honest because you know, cats and dogs hate each other… so it's my instinct to do that. But don't worry, I can do anything for you. Even if it's a cat or a tiger, I'll give you whatever my beautiful wants,"

Desmond curiously asked him. “Matthias.” Sebastien said his name with pure disgust in his tone of voice, “They have just been vampires for a couple of months. They endure the sun better than the pure ones but they still have a weakness for it, that’s why they stay in their carriage in the morning or under the shade.”

She’s perfect and rarely breaks a rule. Caleb P.O.V I had dinner with Keegan, Kitten and the twins. Trying to get my mind off of things and trying to clear my own name after everything with Snow. We were having fun, laughing talking and of course I apologized towards Cat for my rude behavior towards her best friend. But like always, she knew everybody way to fucking well and she could see right through you. She was completely composed and serious when she stated that Bryan a.k.a Snow’s fucking date was there this morning when they both went by her place. And that she actually liked him, what did she call him oh yes, sweet and loving and caring and apparently he had fur babies. Naturally I ha

She stood up and slowly peeled off her tight little shorts down and kicked them aside. 'No underwear,' Shamira thought, staring at the jaguar's kitty. Then Renata tossed her shirt aside. It was obvious that she loved showing off her wild side. Her bones and muscles and organs shifted under her skin, and a light coat of yellow-gold and black fur crept up. Soon, there was a two-hundred-plus pound cat lying on the floor, its tongue lolling absently. "Clara was right," Shamira whispered, reaching her hand out and stroking the fur between Renata's ears, then giving her a scratch. "You are a beautiful cat!" She scratched the jag's cheeks and found out that big cats can sometimes purr.

Instead, she shrugged. “Not really, but with the discontent in the pride lately, I wouldn’t be surprised that some of the younger males thought to leave me a little ‘present.’” Kasen growled, sniffing around the table with a frown. “I can't smell anything. Not even a trace of who was here. All I get is the dead animal.” She scrunched her nose and surveyed the carcass. A large house cat. Really? People needed to get more original. “It doesn’t matter.”

⸻ Rowan crouched. “Maybe she took a shortcut.” Mason looked at him. “Through what?” “Cat business.” “That’s not a thing.” ⸻ Cricket chirped. “Mrrrp.” Bramble looked at Mason. Prrrp. Gerald added, “Meeeeeh.” ⸻ Mason pointed at all three. “Nobody speak.” ⸻ Rowan leaned against a tree. “I think this falls under the Cat Distribution System.” Mason’s eyes narrowed.

I muttered firmly. Half lie. Half truth. I had to be home before Callahan could walk into the living room, give the cat to my children, and stop Isabella from loving my boss to the moon and back. Although Cotton was a cute Balinese kitten, and like my children, I also fell in love with the tiny feline, I still had to consider Cooper’s health.

I smile and drink on my water. "You're planing something stupid, Caty," Chase warned. I ignored him and I finished down my water in one swing. "You really want me to get a cat?" "Former: I am. Latter: yes, I really need you to get me a cat. I want one with green eyes. A Balinese Cat maybe? I heard they're hypoallergenic. I'm not really sure," I agreed. "I have a talk at NYU today. I've decided to eat lunch out with you, and I need you to book me a manicure-pedicure at Downtown."

Couchs sat against the large windows and a counter wrapped like a horse shoe in the back. "Go take a seat and find your kitten." He told her as he headed for the counter. Willow took a corner spot by the window, gazing around at the beautiful felines that roamed the room. From short haired to long haired. Maine Coons, Siamese, even a few Sphynx scurried about. Willow didn't want to seek one out, instead she wanted one to come to her. One that would recognize what she was and not run away. Like Tiki.