Cat Scratch Story Novels & Stories

Cat had a hot guy radar like no one I’d ever met. I filled her in. Just as I finished the long version of my story, the waiter brought us our food. I dug into my steaming bowl of mac and cheese, sure that carbs were the solution to all my problems. Cat shoved a chili-covered fry into her mouth. “I can’t leave you alone for even a single weekend, can I?” she said around her food. “If you ask me, you should never, ever go back there. That’s just asking for trouble.”

Buttercup tilted its head, licked its fur twice, then lifted its tail and crept forward. Cyrus's eyes lit up. 'There's a chance.' "There's more good stuff inside," he coaxed. "Want to come try it?" He guided the cat toward the doorway, one careful step at a time. Buttercup followed him in. 'Success.' Cyrus felt his heart surge. Buttercup padded inside and sniffed the air. Then it sprang onto the sofa and began to scratch. Its claws tore into a sofa worth millions while dirty paw prints stamped the floor and cushions.

"Who says they can't protect me? Bubba isn't lame. Missy isn't blind. They're good cats. Touch them and we're done." She looked at me like I'd lost it. She slammed the carrier down. "They're not blind. I am. For dating you." Her voice went ice-cold. "We're done. When the world ends, don't come crawling." The door slammed. I let the cats out fast and finally breathed. Not the first time I'd been called names. Since graduation, people liked to call me "saint." All because I'm a legit cat dad. After college, I rented this place and picked up two strays on a rainy night. One male. One female.

She’s perfect and rarely breaks a rule. Caleb P.O.V I had dinner with Keegan, Kitten and the twins. Trying to get my mind off of things and trying to clear my own name after everything with Snow. We were having fun, laughing talking and of course I apologized towards Cat for my rude behavior towards her best friend. But like always, she knew everybody way to fucking well and she could see right through you. She was completely composed and serious when she stated that Bryan a.k.a Snow’s fucking date was there this morning when they both went by her place. And that she actually liked him, what did she call him oh yes, sweet and loving and caring and apparently he had fur babies. Naturally I ha

He exclaimed as if he had just seen a monster. I arched an eyebrow at him, “What is it?” “Who gave you that nasty scratch on your face and the side of your neck?” He asked and then grinned knowingly. “What sort of wild cat did you pick up tonight? I thought you forbade ladies from scratching your body with their nails.” He squinted at me. “And jeez! Those don’t even look like they were done by nails, but rather claws!” I frowned and downed the hard liquor I poured into a glass in one gulp. “It’s a long, long story, Jake. Let’s just say I had a rough one for the night.” I said flatly.

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?”

"So how did you get all the scratches?" "Hard to say, maybe the dozen times I fell tripping over things I couldn't see, possibly whatever was in the water I landed in, or the way he shredded my arms the moment I finally caught him. I hadn't turned my truck off so the closer we got to the running engine the more fractious he got. It took everything I had to maintain a hold on him, but there was no way in hell I was going to tell you I'd had caught him and lost him. With his being an indoor cat, I didn't think he'd find his way back home. He was two or three miles from your house." "Did you even think about your allergies?"

She eventually got tired of scolding him and just let him help her. He didn’t make the bed right away this morning though, he was upset with the little vermin and wanted to wash his face up right away to cool the stinging sensation on his cheek. He knew it wouldn’t stay permanently, but it would surely be red, and unfavourable for today’s mission. He saw his face in the mirror after washing it up, and saw three scratch marks already forming in pink color. He sighed. “Hopefully, it’ll be gone in two hours, if Usha doesn’t have any cat-scratch disease that is. It’ll be troublesome if anyone ask me about it every time.” He returned to the bedroom to find the kitten missing, undoubtedly waiting

My perfect dream, sitting there beside me, alive and unafraid. She was still talking when I pulled onto the highway, her voice soft but alive with that nervous excitement she got when she was passionate about something. “So then this little guy, okay, he was this scrappy street cat, right? Missing half his tail, covered in fleas, hissing at everyone but the moment I held him, he just melted,” she said, grinning out the window. “And now he’s living with this old lady who knits him sweaters. Sweaters, Adriano. For a cat. He looks like a cupcake.”

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.