Cat Scratch Stories Novels & Stories

he asked, approaching to pet the kitten. “Meow!” the kitten protested, trying to bite him before jumping onto the bed and curling up on the pillows. “Let me see if you got scratched.” “She didn’t hurt me.” “Then why are you crying?” “...” James grimaced and opened his laptop to show Max what he had found.

Yulia Kammal getting slightly more impatient. Miss Kitty was heard coughing softly for quite a couple of times. “I ever said that you were like a fish meeting up with your old friend – a tortoise – having been back from his holiday on the mountain… Do you still remember?” asked Miss Kitty before she began her story to Mrs. Yulia. “Yes, I do… But actually I’ve never understood what you meant at that time, Miss Kitty.” Mrs. Yulia Kammal was seen scratching her head which wasn’t actually itchy.

Just as he was about to speak, a cat's meow suddenly came from the window. He was on the second floor, and birds and cats often jumped onto the windowsill. Frowning slightly, Sullivan felt a flicker of irritation. He had been scratched by a cat as a child and had despised them ever since. Ruby looked out the window and spotted a small calico cat trying to claw its way through the gap, seemingly eager to come inside. Her eyes widened in surprise. The calico cat was small and thin, likely no more than two months old. Who knew how it had managed to climb onto the windowsill?

I suggested while resting my hands on the cold metal bars. "Or maybe he just scratched it on a sharp branch because he wasn't looking where he was going," Mira countered without missing a beat. Her witty comeback caught me off guard and a genuine smile broke through my usual harsh expression. "You might be right," I conceded while looking down at the scruffy animal. "Uncle Carson says cats always land on their feet but this one looks very clumsy," Mira noted and flipped a page in her sketchbook. The mention of Carson caused a sudden spike of anger to flare in my gut.

She keeps a close eye on everything but the experiment for me to keep me focused. "Meow..." A young cat's cry came from under the window. "Looks like there's a cat out there?" I said without looking up. I, out of the corner of my eye, saw Carolina walking toward the window, but I didn't care. I was staring intently at the changes in the petri dish until I heard a shrill cat cry. I raised my head and saw Carolina fall backwards to the ground. Her arm was oozing blood, and the cat that had scratched her had fled the window.

Nathan smiled, gave her a quick kiss on the lips, and said, “If it is a story that you want, then a story it shall be.” The couple moved to the bedroom, and once they were comfortable, Nathan began his story: “When I was sixteen, I had a cat that I liked very much. One winter day, the cat fell into the water. We thought that the cat was dead, but then a little girl jumped in to save it. Unfortunately, the cat still died. It froze to death.” “That’s a sad story.” There were tears in Crystal’s eyes. “I guess cats don’t have nine lives after all. What was its name?”

“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…

Instinctively, she took a step back. A white Persian cat, one eye blue, the other yellow, looked at her with great satisfaction. Felicia's snow-white hands held the little cat, and she smiled, "Why are you scared, third younger sister? This is the long-haired cat that Eldest Brother sent to me. Look, it's so cute!" Emma recognized this cat from her previous life; it was Felicia's beloved pet, a proud and stubborn creature that once scratched Phil's tiny hands, making them bleed.

She lowered her head to talk to the cat and dog. "Hello, limping kitty." Cracker ignored her. "Big Brother, it's ignoring me," Julie said. Ash said, "You have to call it Cracker." "Oh." Julie nodded, then called out again, "Cracker!" The cat still didn't respond. "It's no fun," Julie said, losing interest. She was mainly tired. Once her hair was dry, she climbed onto the bed. Ash also lay down. "Do you want Big Brother to tell you a story?" Ash asked.

Then I finally hear it, her breathing. Kitten is close. Let’s go get her buddy. Using my werewolf speed, I catch up to her, finding her trying—and mostly failing—to climb a tree. “Oh, little kitten. You’ve been caught.” I growl out. Grabbing her by the waist, I toss her to the ground. “Asshole! That hurt! I asked for orgasms, not a wrestling match.” She growls out. Kitten has claws. “You sound like an angry little kitten.” I chuckle.