Cat Sans Novels & Stories

One black cat flicked its tail beneath a lavender bush, staring at the world with the expression of someone who had been disappointed for a very long time. “Kitty.” Issa made a sound I had never heard from a normal human being. Max stepped forward immediately. I caught his collar. He jerked backward. “Mommyyyyy.” “Do not mommyyyyy me.” “The white one is Sofia,” Nathan said. “The gray one is Dante. The black one is Cannoli.” “Cannoli?” I stared at him. “You named a black cat Cannoli?” “He used to bite when he was little. Sweet on the outside, criminal on the inside.”

My girlfriend and best friend adopted a stray. She kept going to his place ever since. Whenever she did, she would have that look of impatience on her face as she said, "I would go over to his place, but that cat only lets me hold it." Blake Chaucer sneered. "You think I want you at my place? It's the cat that likes you, not me." They would squabble whenever they met up. Still, it didn't take long for her to memorize his door's passcode. She even remembered how he needed something warm before bed because he had a weak stomach. When she didn't show up on my birthday, she said, "The cat's having a fever, and he can't handle it himself." I held my resentment over our situation for a long, l

Leo and Luna swelled in size, each swiping with a paw, smashing zombie skulls to pieces. Silent Snowy followed, his snow-white fur gleaming, suddenly engulfed in vivid red flames. The fire roared, relentless and unyielding, consuming the entire street. Within moments, the zombie horde was annihilated. Snowy flicked his fluffy tail and leapt onto my shoulder. "Mama, this whole area is ours now. What's next?" What to do? I took the three cats to a government-constructed refuge and willingly submitted their genetic blood samples for the research and breeding of the next generation.

“My little kitty, are you driving a sports car or an Ox Cart? Why so slow, Baby?” Evan taunted while looking at his little kitty who is trying her best to control speed within safe range. She forgot the fact that she is in the city of crime. Xarxe belongs to him. He is the rule here. Nothing can restrict her here except…

Cat panted, trying to get closer to his hand at her breast. Cat curved her spine and pushed her breast into his hand, crying out “Eric!”

Brian said The training ground went silent like a graveyard as catherine and her Minions walked in. Catherine walked stylishly in her two pieces short and top, a black transparent net top with a breast pad used to cover her nipples leaving other parts bare and a black bumshort to match with her top. Pussycat and Scylla walked behind her inthe same outfit while laughing at any joke they might be the cracking amongst themselves. “ i guess your outfit is funny to you too right cause the funny thing here is you and your dogs? “ Shane said as she walked in bouncing in her baggy jean and big roundneck, a black facecap on her head with her purple tinted hair lying freely on her back.

Cat says, without even taking her eyes off the pile of papers in front of her. “I just wanted to check on you” She snorts and shakes her head “Catalina, you were on something last night and who were you with?” I try again this time she spins to face me, narrowing her eyes at me she pokes one of her perfectly manicured fingers at me.

The task was so easy. " Btw my name is Catalina Brown. Not kitty. " She replied before going out of the room. " You are a kitty to me. It doesn't make much difference though. Cat-lina.. kitty.. cat. Sounds similar enough. " He laughed looking at her face in shock. " I will be right back here in the mansion after completing my work. " She said again. " You are always welcome here, kitty " This time Catalina was already out heading for her target.

"You'll have to do better than I can't, baby. What's the problem? Is it related to the fact you need a gym before the next full moon? Does your kitty have something weird going on like two tails, or no fur?" "There's nothing wrong with my cat," she huffed indignantly. But her reply did nothing to chase the curiosity from his face. What could she tell him? How about a sanitized version of the truth? "My feline is not common to North America. If the wrong person sees me?" She trailed off and let him draw his own conclusion.

This one was not too revealing which I really appreciated. It had a high neck, short sleeves, and an open back. "Now you are ready to go, miss." Karen smiled widely at me. "Thank you." I smiled. "Come, I will take you to the car miss." "It's okay Karen. She's with me." I quickly searched for the owner of that voice. Greyson was leaning on the door frame. Karen and all the people quickly left the room. Greyson closed the door and walked closer to me. Now he was just an inch away from me. Now he was dressed in an expensive-looking black suit. He smells like mint which somehow reminded me of the mint tea my mom used to drink all the time.