Cat Scratch Story Novels & Stories

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.

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?

It still looked the same as before. "You know, I once saved a cat from a bush when I was a kid. He was caught in thorns and I saw scratch marks on him. Josh and I brought him to the clinic and fortunately, he's fine." I said. "This place is nice. It's peaceful and quiet unlike NY." Marc said.

"Your petty made up stories won't rid me off this glorious view from up here." "Made-up stories?" She giggled. "Just like how I made up the story of the giant tarantula in the stream which bit your dearest bum after you failed to heed to my warnings." Chris's face changed and a look of fear overcame him. "Remember how you couldn't walk for two weeks and how big your swollen bum became." She said adding to Chris's fright. "That's enough!" He said as he began climbing down the tree. "You're one big jerk, you know that?"

With that, both him and Charmine worked in the same office. At that moment, someone cried out loud from downstairs. “Mommy! Mommy! Waa…! Mommy!” Chris was crying! Charmine frowned. What was Chris pulling this time? She rushed down with Anthony and saw that Chris was crying with a kitten in hand in the living room. The kitten in his hands was wounded; it was bleeding. Guy, standing by the side, was confused. Charmine frowned and asked, “What happened, Momo?” He sobbed and sniveled pitifully. “I brought home a kitten today, Mommy, but Uncle Guy saw it and said you might be allergic to it… He also said that animals like this have many germs, so he threw and wounded the kitten… Waa…!”

"Cat scratch fever is no joke." The corner of his mouth curved into a heart-stopping smile. He straightened his arm out, emphasizing that I didn't need to worry. "Don't worry about me." I tilted my head to the side, a question falling passed my lips. "If you heal that fast, why do you have so many scars?" Well, that felt insensitive to say out loud, but Kit didn't seem remotely bothered by it. "My scars are from wounds that would have killed me if I was human."

He had no fondness for small animals, and whichever direction the cat went hardly mattered to him. Panther struggled in Vicky's arms, seemingly eager to join Tyler's side. She held the cat tightly, saying, "Thank you, Mister Hart. I'll be on my way." As she passed by Tyler, Panther suddenly scratched Vicky with its paw. The unexpected pain caught Vicky off guard, and the cat slipped from her grasp. Instinctively trying to catch it, she accidentally bumped into the couch leg. Losing her balance, she tumbled heavily in a less-than-graceful manner. However, the anticipated surge of pain did not come as she thought. Instead, a familiar, refreshing scent wafted to Vicky's nose.

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.

I went up a few more branches and got a splinter in my hand, my palm is bleeding, but I’m able to get Pietra and then Flit, who’s growling at me when I grab him. “Ther… there you go, I… I got y… you two, g… get on m… my lap, I w… won’t let y… you fall, Pi… Pipi.” The woman climbed down the tree with some difficulty and then I got down with Pietra and Flit, purring happy. The cat from hell that cause all this trouble. Pietra hugs her mother and the woman kisses the child’s hair, putting her back on the ground. She looks my bloody hand and tells me shyly:

Grandma scolded me for being too clumsy that day, and when I was finally told to sleep, I cried all through the night, as the horrible scene of being threatened came knocking like the ants that hovered around my room. " If you say anything, I will kill everyone!" He threatened, my only witness was the ikati. Outside, I could hear their meowing all through the night, and when I couldn't stop crying I came out, it wasn't big, just a small black cat that was almost one with the night sky. Its oddly shiny eyes were the only thing I could see clearly, and ever since that night, I had found a special friend who would not expose any of my secrets to anyone.