Cat Silly Novels & Stories

Now, I was highly respected throughout the industry, and the projects under my leadership were directly shaping the trajectory of technological trends. Declan had long since stepped back from day-to-day operations, confidently handing Skysoar Tech's future to me. That night, inside the penthouse apartment overlooking the city skyline, a white, chubby tabby cat curled itself atop the highest platform of a custom-built cat tree. Hanging from its neck was a delicate silver tag. One side was engraved with its name, Snowball. The other read "Levi Young's Home". Now and then, it would lazily glance toward my computer screen with its amber-colored eyes, let out a sleepy yawn, and drift right back i

Something Gato, his amazing grey African wild pet cat clearly have no respect for, as she casually jumps on the bed and curls herself up all over the picture of the giant lion face and closes her eyes to sleep. Sergio brushes his teeth and joins her on the bed.

"Enough. He's the captain. Just let it go and head home—I'll see you after I check in." He patted her arm, but Mandy wasn't about to let go. "Why don't you come over? I made cream soup to thank you for saving Momo." Momo, her fluffy Ragdoll cat. Wade hesitated, then nodded and tried calling me. But my phone was dead. Completely out. Annoyance flickered across his face. "Fine, playing games again. If you're not going to answer, then don't ever pick up," he muttered.

“It’s… fragile.” Her eyes widened, and she carefully untied the bow, her fingers trembling with anticipation. When the ribbon fell away, she lifted the lid slowly, and the box moved. She yelped in surprise, pulling the lid off completely. Inside was a tiny, fluffy calico kitten, a patchwork of black, gray, orange, and white. Its wide blue eyes looked up at her, and it let out a pitiful little “Meeeeow!” “Oh! Ohhh!” Kathrine gasped, scooping the kitten into her arms. It clung to her bright green shirt with its tiny claws, mewling softly. “She’s so cute and tiny and…!”

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.

“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?”

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.

I don't know how old I really am, I just learned how to talk, but I know that I was raised in a cage, the ones who took care of me were humans, not nice ones, they don't like me, they told me so, they forget to feed me, they don't change me enough, and I feel sick more days, I spend most of my days sleeping due to the medication they give me to keep me asleep. I haven't introduced myself yet, I'm Neve, I'm a kitten, a Neko, I'm half kitten half-human, I have a human body just add to it cat ears and tail and me being more prone to act like the kitten I am. My hair is long and brown, it always hurt when they brush it for me, but they said that having long hair would get them more money, I have