Cat Silly Novels & Stories

How pathetic was that? "Come on Sam. Where the heck are you?" A huge Maine Coon cat in cream, brown and black stripes flashed past her into the cabin as Sabrina opened the door. 'There you are, you naughty kitty." He stopped and rubbed up against a table leg just inside, looking up at her with wide eyes as if to say, "were you looking for... moi?" Sabrina flicked a couple light switches on. She could have simply told the lights to turn on but it was best not to get into bad habits when she was alone.

I have never felt so wrong about someone, how could I have mistaken him for a devil once? "let's cut the cake," He said. He got up to slice the cake and two Siamese voices grew louder. “See?” he asked, when the cats appeared on either side of him, their faces lifted as they meowed, sounding for all the world like little children. “They have unique voices, don’t they?” I asked, fascinated. I tried to touch them. "They have claws and they aren’t shy about using them,” he added with a warning glance. “Go slowly, and everything will be all right.”

Let me stay by your side, Kitten? Oh, how I missed this "Pussycat"!

“Which one of you brothers is gentle? Milky is clever. It can sense if someone is pretending to be nice.” Callum was speechless. “Is the cat called Milky, Aunt Sasha? That’s adorable.” “I named it Milky because it has white fur. Cats are cute. You can ask Callum to get a cat if you like them. They’re very clingy. They’ll either sleep beside you or jump into your arms.” Camryn said happily, “Never mind. I don’t have the time to care for them now. “Zachary once gave Serenity a dog and two cats, but she didn’t have time to take care of them and handed them over to Mrs. Lane. So, they aren’t close to Serenity. Pets will cling to the people who take care of them.”

My kitten walks in, folding her arms. Aw shit........ *********

A second later, Hunter had transformed from a predatory tiger to a domestic cat whose master had grasped firmly onto his two front paws, rendering him unable to move at all! Charlie raised his eyes at this time and sneered, “I heard that you’re called the White-Clothed Tiger King. I really thought that you would be a tiger, but I never would have imagined that you cannot f*cking even be compared to Hello Kitty! You’re truly utterly useless!”

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?

Couchs sat against the large windows and a counter wrapped like a horse shoe in the back. "Go take a seat and find your kitten." He told her as he headed for the counter. Willow took a corner spot by the window, gazing around at the beautiful felines that roamed the room. From short haired to long haired. Maine Coons, Siamese, even a few Sphynx scurried about. Willow didn't want to seek one out, instead she wanted one to come to her. One that would recognize what she was and not run away. Like Tiki.

“She’s survived worse.” “Hmm,” was an agreement hummed through his nose, his attention on something rustling within the folds of a semi-collapsed tarpaulin. Lyric drew closer to the rustling tarpaulin, starting to lean over spotting a glimpse of dark fur, thinking that someone’s pet kitten had been left behind. “Here kitty, kitty.” “Kitty-kitty?” Niarthen wondered. “Cat,” she said. “You know, meow, long tail, purrs. Domesticated house animal. Pet.”

' Tiffany wondered. Tiffany had spent hours preparing, rehearsing potential answers to anticipated questions. The opportunity to secure a promising job had filled her with a mix of excitement and anxiety. 'You got this Tiffany. Don't psych yourself out,' Trixie, her cat, purred within her before going dormant again. 'Trixie! Thank you,' Tiffany said in surprise and couldn't help but smile. Unlike werewolves and their wolves, werecats were so aligned with their beasts that they rarely needed to speak. So, for Trixie to speak with Tiffany, it was special.