Cat Scratch Story Novels & Stories

Because of lack of affection and love when she was young, she grew up distrustful of other animals and the people who came to visit her. The kitten did not like the humans in particular. Whenever they saw her, they attempted to grab her and she didn't know why. They rarely succeeded. She hissed at them, so some gave up early and left her alone. Those who persisted and grabbed her anyway ended up with hands, scratched to the blood.

As the man regained his footing, Katrina pounced on him. She sank her teeth into his leg and tore, tearing through the flesh and muscle. Blood splattered everywhere, coating her muzzle and staining her fur. The man screeched in agony and struggled, trying to dislodge her paws from his calf. Katrina snapped her teeth even harder at his leg. Suddenly, the pressure released from his thigh and he fell to the ground, clutching at his injury. Katrina let him go and watched him collapse with satisfaction.

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 felt like a bucket of ice had poured on him as he regarded the meowing cat with a glare. Killing it off would silence it. Elijah could wrap his hands around his furry neck and snap- Elijah gasped in shock. The cat was shrieking now. He realised the cat was with his hands pawing and trying to escape. His hands bled where the cat scratched, and he dropped it. The ginger cat scurried away. What was happening to him? The scratches healed, leaving a reddish scar. * “Tomorrow, we leave for Ibadan. You'll have to take an auto cab. I won't be able to communicate much because of the Celo's battery.”

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

"Because cats are a whole different breed. Did you have a bad experience with one?" Damn, he's good. Nodding, I say, "When I was ten. I tried to pick up a stray and it scratched the hell out of me." I turn my arms over to show him the light scars that you can still see. "I noticed those," he murmurs and lightly strokes his fingers along the thin, white tissue. Surprised, I pull my arm away from his touch before I begin to overheat. "Your turn," I murmur, trying to ignore the way my pulse speeds up at his touch.

He said. "You here that kitty, we're taking you home and from now on, you shall be our new little Kitty z okey?" With a smile, Lucas stretched out his hands to stroke it but it aggressively scratched his hands off... giving him a mark. "Oh! you okey?" Sunni asked worried. "Yes... don't worry. For a mutant like me, it's nothing" He smiled as she stroked the cat. "Bad kitty....you can't be vicious. Well I guess I'll have to train you to like everyone" He said walking off.

Three part-time jobs a day, sixteen-hour shifts, nonstop. Word spread among my coursemates: Scarlett had gone mad, struck by a disease that would kill her if she were without cats. I didn't care. All I wanted was to protect my two precious cats. Over time, I grew accustomed to this punishing lifestyle. Then, Luna became pregnant—and gave birth to a little snow-white bundle. I named the kitten Snowy. The true little demon had arrived. … I had never seen a cat so white. So pure that even snow seemed dull in comparison.

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.

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.