Cat Stories Funny นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“You’re going to scratch the tre until it falls down?” The cat arched one of its brows up. “I can make the tree fall in an instant if that is what you are daring me to do.” “Oh wow. Pussy cat has claws. Impressive.” I rolled my eyes at the cat. Somehow, its attitude was slightly familiar that it annoys me. It reminds me of a certain demon. “Get lost!”

The cat stood up slowly and purred. "Kitty..what happened to you? why are you looking so tired. Didn't you get any food today ? Sorry kitty. I couldn't give you milk today. But I promise you, I will make sure you get milk everyday." The cat looked at Dae and mewed angrily as if he was the cause of everything happened to it. It's stomach was giving no rest, last day and also today. But little did our Dae know anything about it.

(SMALL THEATER) Cat: I'm hungry, Fish: Then find food, Cat: But I already have one. Fish: Huh? The fish looks at her with a clueless face and buffered eyes, still unknown to the cat's words.The cat smirks and leans over to his face. Cat: I said. I already have a meal, The fish still could not understand but when the cat held his tail and hovered over him that's the time when he understood everything. The meal she means is me? He looked straight at the cat gulping down his nervousness and ready his lungs to shout for help.

"But, after I am executed, I promise I'll choose to come back as a ghost so I can still make your life hell, Ning Ren. I always have plans even if I am no longer alive to do them. I can possess someone else to make sure that I bring hell to whom I would like to bring justice to." Hearing her huff of speech made the prince laugh softly, "There you are my furious cat. I will look forward to being haunted. But, not by you. My dear, have you forgotten that cats have nine-lives." The prince tapped her shoulders, "Get up quickly, the ground here is cold. You're already not eating well, if you get sick it will not be easy to get well again in a place like this. You condition is already one

" He smiled and she sneered back. "You are just a pervert like your brother to me, sorry if it sounds offensive." She grinned, making her nipple come out magnificently. "Do you like the Sam and Cat show because they are going live soon?" Jack asked and she jumped up in excitement. "Oh, yes, I would love to watch that. It's so boring and quiet here." She sat on the bare floor close to the tv when he put the tv on. "Hey did you watch the episode when a cat poured a lot of porn corn inside Sam and she mistook it for her travel luggage?" Jack asked, chuckling. "Yes, even though I watched it after the show ended because of work but that was so hilarious." She chuckled.

Tell me, is that not the funniest thing you've ever heard? The catfolk attendants chuckled darkly, emboldened, and closed in again. "You almost fooled us," one jeered. "You think just saying it makes it true?" "You expect us to be that stupid?" Their rough claws tore at my clothes. One cat attendant, unsatisfied, sank its teeth into my arm and gnawed with relish. "Mmm… Tender. Just as I thought—a carp's flesh is exquisite!" I shrieked in agony, thrashing against their grip, but they were too strong. I couldn't break free.

She knew there was something unusual in her reaction but was too engrossed in her current game to examine it. "Such a pretty kitty cat," she mused softly, her gaze boring into his for any sign of reaction. "They say cats have nine lives," she laughed softly. "Obviously, whoever came up with that little saying wasn't aware that vampires walk the world. I've found they truly only have one."

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!”

That way, it would be easier when it was time to give her up. The small feline glared back at me and climbed onto my lap more determinedly, giving a loud, demanding meow. I bared my teeth at the angry-looking cat. “I’m not gonna pet you. For all I know, you could be a fellow criminal like your owner. Hell, you could be the mastermind.” When a low snicker reached my ears, I looked up to find Mom trying to hold in a laugh. “What?” I demanded. “It could be true.”

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.