Cat Scratch Stories Novels & Stories

Lilian pointed at the crying kitten in the little girl's hand. "No you just want the kitten for yourself" Briana accused Lilian. "Don't worry I don't want the kitten I am just telling you to put it down or else it will die" she explained exasperated. "No your lying" Briana pulled the kitten towards her. The kitten was squish, the baby kitten in a panic tried to get free, in the process of scratching Briana. The little girl shouted as she let go of the kitten. The kitten immediately runs away.

I am not a big Chinese food fan but I love egg rolls. I am walking from my last class to find Indigo when I hear something. I walk towards a bush to find a tiny kitten lying there. It looks injured. I squat down, keeping my back straight. I may not be able to bend over without frying, but I have figured out that if I squat and keep my back straight, it isn’t so bad. I pick up the little thing, which starts purring. It’s tiny, thin, and dirty, but it's nothing a good meal and bath won’t fix. The kitten starts rubbing its head against my cheek which would be adorable if he wasn't filthy.

silly woman. "Stay back you eight-legged monster. God, what I wouldn't give for a super-sized can of Raid," she cried. He caught the tail end of Chaob as he slid through the path she left, and followed. Ignoring the high-pitched squeal, that of a baby and not the mother, thank the gods, Acat sped past his friend as he battled the minor arachnid ? minor for this place, at any rate ? and headed straight to his wide-eyed bride.

Cat fur started flying around since they were biting each other. In the end, Nathan held the new Persian cat in his arms. This cat belonged to Jessica initially, and its buttocks were burnt during a barbecue. It was abandoned since it was marred by a scar. Now, it was here with Hilda, and she named it 'Scorchy'. Nathan was touching the burnt cat's bottom when he saw Brian, who was recording each cat's progress.

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

Scratchy appeared from the kitchen, fur standing on end, hissing at this intruder who reeked of violence. "I'll tell your precious Thane exactly what kind of damaged goods he's sleeping with," Owen continued, methodically knocking over my plants. "About the foster kid who seduced her way into decent families, only to cry abuse when things got tough." "That's not—" "Who's going to believe you?" He kicked Scratchy when the cat tried to swipe at him. The small body hit the wall with a sickening thud. "No!" I threw myself between them as Owen raised his foot again, taking the blow to my ribs instead.

I'm always alone because my life is too difficult and my heart is too heavy to ever let anyone in. I've never shown mercy to anyone in my life. But then... It was a quiet and peaceful night. The wind blew gently against me, the trees swayed from side to side, and birds twittered. Then, out of nowhere, I came across a large brown box on my way to my neighborhood. I decided to open the box because I was curious. There was a kitten inside who was wary of me. It is covered in bruises, cuts, and scratches. At first glance, it appeared to have been abused. "Come kitty, kitty," I said as I took the small white cat into my arms, tears welling up in its blue dainty eyes.

I'm afraid enough so I bring it back to its cage but it's biting my index finger. "Aww!" I scream a little because it hurts but when I look at my index finger where she bites it, my mind and face turn into confusion. Why my blood is violet? Why? I look at the kitten again— No! she's not a kitten anymore. She's become a grown-up cat with different scars. She became bigger than me! "WHAT IS HAPPENING!?!" I scream as I move backward but my body is so weak maybe because of its bites. "Don't be afraid. I'll help you, just trust me" my eyes widen. Did I just really heard that right!?

She missed the company of others. She peeled through the thick layers of cobwebs as several spiders reared their legs at her. She was gentle in relocating them as she made an opening big enough for herself to fit through. She heard a gasp below her, "Did Guo not say that ladder was off limits due to the venomous spiders that nest in there?"

On the garden path, Elena blocked my way. She was wearing Killian's shirt, her face glowing, holding a cup of hot coffee. "Leaving?" Elena chuckled lightly, leaning close to my ear. "Tell you some good news. The shelter people just messaged me." "That cat had a severe stress reaction and scratched a staff member." "So... they've already helped it 'find release'." My heart twitched violently, my nails digging deep into my palm. But I didn't cry, nor did I make a fuss.