Cat Scratch Story Novels & Stories

t was a lovely morning at the Santos' new home Mrs. Santos was cooking breakfast for her family she heard a tapping sound under the sink so she decided not to mind it but the tapping grew louder and louder the tapping turned into banging she was creeped out so she decided to get a stick her husband uses when he goes out for his afternoon walk and opened the cabinet slowly "AHHH" she shouted when a big hairless cat body had huge scratches and it was gasping for air "ADONIS COME DOWN" she screamed after a minute Mr. Santos went down their staircase and ran towards his wife.

In her perception, Harry had a serious cleanliness fetish and would not raise such a furry little thing at all. So, this cat must belong to Sienna! Why is it her?! Felicity reached out her hand as she wanted to carry the kitten. However, as soon as she had just reached out her hand, the little kitten was instantly startled as it arched its back, revealed its claws, and moved at a speed that was as fast as lightning! “Ahh!” Felicity let out a miserable cry, and when she looked back again, the back of her originally fair hand was already in a miserable state with at least a dozen scratches. Blood was also dripping from it.

My hair suddenly stood on end because of annoyance. “Little kitten–” he said and laughed. I threw the tissue back at him, “I’m not a kitten.” “Almost…” “You…” “Oh! Come here! I’ll feed you these vegetables here, and one more thing to be fair. You guys gossiped about me earlier that I’m a cheetah, so you should be called kitten. I got so many scratches from you,” he said while showing his arm and neck that I supposedly scratched. I scoffed, that’s what you deserve, you’re annoying.

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 try to say something when someone come from behind . "CAT" he hoot in her ear and she jumped in her spot before turning with a flash of light. Her big bambi eyes look at them scared when the cat from basin get up and lick her arm. A loud scream with a barrel of laugh echoed in the room. She is continously screaming jumping on her spot making the cat closed her ears with her tiny paws . Finally when her throat give up she stop coughing a little. She look up only to find the two devils standing closing their ears and when she turn around the cat look at her with done expression. And now she know she got pranked.

As I followed her with my eyes, I noticed Max watching me. “What’s that scratch?” he asked, glancing at my chest. “I was rescuing a cat from a tree. It thanked me like this,” I replied with a light smile. “Dad, you have to kiss it so it won’t hurt. Aunt Nastya always says that,” Sasha chimed in, already devouring meat alongside Alice without waiting for everyone to sit down. “Is that so? Well, if you insist, I’ll definitely do that—but at home,” Max whispered the last two words into my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.

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 was just getting ready for a nap when Lenny's message came through. "Seven thousand dollars—what a lucky number. It's the Christmas season, so of course we can't shortchange our furbabies. This is my bonus. Our cat is a little princess, and she deserves only the best." I didn't read the rest of his messages, because the moment I saw seven thousand dollars, I was so shocked that all my sleepiness vanished. I quickly typed back, "Seven thousand dollars?"

Mason dreamed of a surreal place, completely calm and peaceful. He saw a kitten hiding under a tree and when he saw it he crawled back. "Fine, I won't hurt you," he said as he walked towards him without breaking eye contact with him. Slowly, the kitten got comfortable with him and was nudging his head into his shoulder. Suddenly, it began to move violently, hitting him with its tiny claws.

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!?