Cat Scratch Stories Novels & Stories

My mom will have a fit if she finds out. A few cardboard boxes are stacked next to the trashcan. I go through them until I find one that’s clean and empty before lowering my charge inside. He protests loudly at being separated from the heat of my body. “Don’t worry.” I stroke his back. “I won’t leave you. I promise.” His claws are minuscule but sharp. I earn a scratch on my hand for my efforts. After some petting, the kitten calms again. “I’ll call you Kitty-Kat. That’s a cool name, right?”

Instead, it jumps on top of me and starts clawing at my hair, scratching my face. “Ouch!” I jerk up from the couch at once. “Oww! Oww! Oww! Get off me, you little beast!" I shout, flailing my arms wildly. The cat, however, digs in its claws deeper, hanging on like a furry spider monkey. I'm yelling and turning around in the living room, trying to shake the demonic creature off. I should never have gotten close to it. What was I thinking? This creature belongs to an Everhart!

People stopped us every block, an older woman cooing, two teenagers snapping selfies, even a delivery guy on his bike pausing to say, “Yo, cute cat, man.” “See?” Carolina said, pointing like she’d just proven some scientific fact. “He’s a gato mágico. I told you.” “Or he’s just a kitten.” She gasped like I’d committed blasphemy. “Just a kitten? He is destiny in fur. Watch, he’ll change your whole life.” I shook my head, smirking despite myself. “You’re ridiculous.” “Ridiculously right,” she shot back, scribbling something into her notebook mid-stride without even looking where she was going. I had to grab her elbow to stop her from walking straight into a mailbox.

she asked quickly, her mind already imagining how much Luci must have cried, how heartbroken she must have been. “Luci found the cat on the roadside when she was still in high school. The poor thing was dirty and sick. That same morning, she and Mr. Vitale argued because she wanted to take the school bus but he forbade it, saying he doesn't trust the school driver. Luci, being Luci, she refused to listen. She wandered off and that’s when she found the cat. By the time her driver got to her, she was already holding it.” “At first, Mr. Vitale didn’t know until I noticed some ring marks on her arm. That when we realized the cat had passed on Bartonella henselae. Once Mr. Vitale found out, he sa

Dear Readers, From this point, i will continue writing the sequel of the book "The claim of his Claws.." in the same book series as "THE BETA'S CONQUEST.." In this sequel, a part of beta Lance's story will be highlighted after his abandoning of the pack. His struggles from the heartbreak and post traumatic stress disorder that he suffered after his beloved mate died. Will there be another chance for Lance or will he destroy everything coming in his ways? Will he be able to control his dark side or let it go and become a rogue Werewolf wandering in the world.

However, I have a question about this marking business and hope like hell I'm wrong. "When you say mark each other, are you talking about when cats raise their tails and spray pee to mark their territory? Are you going to have Viper raise his tail and spray me with panther pee? I think I may have a problem with that." I scrunch my face up in disgust, and Shaun begins laughing so hard he has to hold his side.

Is he scared to sleep alone? "Look, I am not kidding... Those two... " Jeremy held her arm and Jacques looked at him. "...they hump like teenagers in heat all the time and Scar...she's loud... like really loud! You know her nickname is Kitty, right? She really makes cat-like noises...I'm not kidding!" he added, seeing her unimpressed face. "I know! I've heard it!" "Why were you listening?" Jacques asked with her face scrunched up in disgust. "That's a weird hobby you have... listening to your friends...Do you just listen or...eww!"

My perfect dream, sitting there beside me, alive and unafraid. She was still talking when I pulled onto the highway, her voice soft but alive with that nervous excitement she got when she was passionate about something. “So then this little guy, okay, he was this scrappy street cat, right? Missing half his tail, covered in fleas, hissing at everyone but the moment I held him, he just melted,” she said, grinning out the window. “And now he’s living with this old lady who knits him sweaters. Sweaters, Adriano. For a cat. He looks like a cupcake.”

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

I was in awe of their courage, and I thanked them with all my heart. The pack gathered around me, and I told them what had happened. They were amazed by the bravery of the mother cat and her kitten, and they praised them for their actions. The kitten walked up to me, and I bent down to pet it. It purred loudly, rubbing its head against my hand. I smiled, a feeling of peace settling over me. I knew that I had made a new friend, and that the pack was safe. I named the kitten Lucky, and it became a beloved member of our pack.