Cat Silly Novels & Stories

she opens her arms wide enough for Charlie to come barrelling in. "Do you know what you need now?" "A bag of sour patch kids?" "Nah! Whatcha need now, girlfriend, is a 14-inch rod deep-dicking you to hell and back!" Deedah replies with a smug smile. You'd think being best friends with Deedah for five years would make Charlie get used to Deedah's filter—or lack of. Charlie gasps before she slaps Dee's arm. "Dee, you can't be saying vulgar words like that... Sambi is in the room," she points at the black tabby cat that lounged lazily on the cat bed along the foyer.

The only other colored fur was near the head in a form of a black mohawk that slid along its spine a few feet; stopping about mid-way on a normal cat's back. It slid down and landed with next to no sound, its eyes watching me as it waited. "Kasey, this is Sorscha, she is my familiar. She's what you mortals call a Tatzelwurm." Latifa walked over to the beast that's head was half the size of Latifa. Its paws are bigger than the width of my chest. It was huge! "How.....did...." I looked back at the small shadowy corner it came from in complete shock and confusion.

A large splitting mouth too full of razor-sharp teeth serrated like a shark’s. Their fingers were crooked like claws. Claws used to tear and rip into each other. The wet sounds of rending flesh rose and echoed through the silence. The only notable competition was the sounds of others eating the fallen with veracity, black tongues lapping up what their teeth missed, and the frantic grunts and moans of others copulating. Some were even doing all three at once.

The adults in the room looked at him confusedly. “He’s like a devil to his enemies. See, he likes to play in the forest and comes back with a chunk of fire slime flesh, or the leg of a bird, or a dead fish. He makes my friend very surprised that she thought her heart stopped. If you know cat’s habits, this is a sign of love from them. They give you these dead animals, or chunks of it, that they had proudly hunted, for you. Cats cannot make gifts like humans do, those are their ‘gifts’. It’s not to make fun of us, that’s just the only thing they could think of to gift us. Because that’s their custom, animal custom.” Jai explained.

Cara chuckled to herself at the cat's presumptuous behavior,"Well, just make yourself at home kitty." The calico paused momentarily to meow at Cara before continuing to groom her pretty patch work fur. Cara smiled down at her as she continued to rock back and forth slowly. The animal seemed very familiar to her. She tried to remember if she had seen the calico cat before. Maybe it belonged to one of her neighbors? Then she noticed the red collar with a little tag that looked like a rainbow and white cloud. "Here, kitty, kitty...", Cara called out to the cat. The calico stood, arching it's back, before stretching out the rest of her body. It then stuck it's tail straight up into the air befor

I muttered firmly. Half lie. Half truth. I had to be home before Callahan could walk into the living room, give the cat to my children, and stop Isabella from loving my boss to the moon and back. Although Cotton was a cute Balinese kitten, and like my children, I also fell in love with the tiny feline, I still had to consider Cooper’s health.

“Thanks for saving Dickypuss.” “Dickypuss....” What the hell? Serena pointed at the black cat in her arms. “My cat.” “You named him… Dickypuss?” Serena nodded enthusiastically. “He's cute, isn't he?” The cat looked at me and showed its fangs again. “He's a monster,” I said with a glare. “Oh no, he's not. Dickypuss is the best cat ever. Right, my baby?” Serena smiled as she kissed the black-furred, scowl-faced cat.

This time, I was going to turn those tables. Quickly I searched on his website and found the advert for the new strippers. I logged in and created my profile as I applied with a coded name, Kitty. The moment I was done with that, I searched for a number. A couple of rings afterwards and he picked up the phone. "Mrs DeGeneres?"Dominic called out to me "Hello Dom, please initiate the process of divorce. I need the papers tomorrow." I said "Samantha is everything alright?" he asked quickly

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?

“You’re a good mother. You should have at least one more.” “We want three or four.” She opens the pantry and all the cats come running, circling her feet and meowing. “I take that back. Maybe you shouldn’t have this many cats.” “Their meowing is like singing.” She looks at Tommy, who’s sitting at the large island counter eating. “Isn’t it, babe?” He rolls his eyes. “It’s music to my ears.” I laugh and reach down, picking up one of the kittens. “Are you Salsa?”