Cat Sans Novels & Stories

“So,did you have it?” “I have, and God, do I hope that this solves our case once and for all.” Tacky held the door open and Catherine stepped in. She, once again, observed her surroundings and admired how nerdy Tacky is with his outrageous amount of devices around, most of which she doesn’t know the name for. She often wondered how Tacky had possessed these gadgets thinking that some of the electronics present might need some sort of a license in order to buy.

You have terrible taste in everything except wine. Cipher: !!!NEW DATA DETECTED!!! 🐈‍⬛ Initiating analysis… Query: New member? 🤨🤔 Subquery: Is it human? Probability: 65%. Is it feline? Probability: 34%. Is it an alien spy? Probability: 1% (but let’s keep an eye out!) 🛸 It’s really rare for Julian to make a good relation with another creature but a cat! Did you finally d******d a personality, Julian? 😜😜😜 Dorian Vane: A CAT?! I AGAINST A CAT MEMBER! NEVER! My allergies! My beautiful face! My career! It would be ruined! 😵‍💫😵‍💫🤬

'It's okay, you won't have to pay for one, Izzie's sister's cat's got fifteen litters and they're tryna give out as many as possible. Taissa's frown deepened. Even though she hadn't been about to complain of her financial status she was still surprised at what Naima said. It was almost as though she knew she was being threatened by insolvency. And here she was thinking the talk the other night had reassured her. Taissa spooned cream caramel into her mouth. 'That's not even the point. You can't have a kitten . . . or a cat because I'm an ailurophobe.'

"Don't listen to these voices they are nothing" She turned to her husband father cat and said "These humans are so shameless, they even don't know how to control their voices. Hump!" With that the trio left from their

I got out of bed and got dressed for the day, putting on some jeans ad a shirt, I finished getting ready and met the rest downstairs, all three of my best man, the highest ranking in my pack were just fussing at the little kitten, trying to get her fed. "Let's go," I call out loud, while they kept on fussing over her but I ignored it getting my shoes on and ready to go, all the shoes she got were mary janes, and flats, nothing suitable for our farm life, and nothing to wear around the house, she only wears her socks.

Did she tell you your parts? ‘We are the black cats. Remains to be seen if they have catsuits big enough for our black butts.’ ‘Don’t worry about that. There are West Indian butts round here to put yours in the shade.’ ‘And now we need to rest up if we are to be trying catsuits on in six hours,’ Cath announced. ‘Dee said you would let us in her apartment.’

“I won't call you smart if you believe that. Couldn't he have given her bodyguards and enhanced the surveillance at your apartment?” Kate was speechless. Casper was up to something and not even Cathan knew exactly what it was. “Cat, you have to stop him.” “Will you stop calling me cat? What if I turn into one?” “That will be cute, ” Kate pouted and pecked his cheek.

I should have asked Kane what colour the cat by the security quarters was. “What’s her name?” I asked the blond, middle-aged woman. She flashed me a warm smile. “She doesn’t have one yet. You can decide that.” Alina would give her one. I’d picked a female cat, because… well, I felt that male animals were more difficult to control. “This is a Khao Manee breed,” she continued, gesturing to the cot in front of me where the cat purred softly. “They are usually pure white just like this, with beautiful eyes. Isn’t she a cutie?”

“Interesting, like us, but not like us. Are there any werecat colonies or prides in North America?” “Not to my knowledge, Little Luna. But werecats are a pretty unknown underworld phenomenon. There could be a group, or a few groups of them here in North America. We do have large cats here, mountain lions, better known as cougars.” I looked over at Fenrir, “Anything you want to add?” I asked him politely. He wasn’t the one I was mad at. Fenrir wasn’t the one keeping secrets. “Actually yes. Although his, Andrew is his name?”

Snowy, usually feral, hung limp—dead asleep. Bubba and Missy didn't react either. Heads down. Out cold. Still talking, Alan moved to toss Snowy into the tank. "Don't!" I shouted. "I'll leave. Just don't hurt them." Only then did he fling Snowy back at me. "Smart. Get the hell out. Come back and I'll feed you to the crocs too." One hour until the apocalypse. My fully stocked home? Gone. I was out on the street with my three cats.