Cat Stories Funny Novels & Stories

I quickly typed back, "Seven thousand dollars?" "Yeah," Lenny replied immediately. "Our cat is a little princess. Just imagine how jealous the other cats would be if they rode back in a Maybach." I stared at this message, still reeling in disbelief. Even I, the owner, had never ridden in a Maybach. Yet, Lenny expected me to spend seven thousand dollars so my cat could ride in one? Seeing that I didn't reply, Lenny immediately sent a voice message. "Why aren't you replying? I'm doing you a favor here."

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

Dangerously. “Okay,” I say, squinting. “But what happens if the safety belt breaks?” “You fall,” she replies calmly. “And go out on a high. Which is still better than growing old a prude virgin with twenty cats.” “Ten,” I correct her. “It’s ten cats.” I try to sound offended, but we both lose it, dissolving into laughter. I snort — actually snort — and that earns us some more looks from people around. I swear, now we both sound high.

CAT M'NOO cackled with her notoriously nasal laugh. Sympathy was offered by Lydia as the titters reverberated all through the room. CAT M'NOO was the leader of the catty girls' clique that hung around the casino, trying to catch herself a rich mafia husband and wasting her time bothering Kyoline's life. She went out of her way to belittle her almost the whole school she went to with her and it looked like she was determined to do the same thing now.

“Doesn’t it feel exhausting?” His eyes met mine. He didn’t say a word so I continued. “Doesn’t it feel exhausting to sit here and guard me all day when you can actually join in and smile with the rest of us?” “I don’t like animals.” His reply was curt, almost dismissive. “At least you can hold decent conversations, Willow.” I patted her back and tickled her ears. “You deserve to hear only nice things.” And she meows in response, making me smile. I swear cats are smarter than humans sometimes.

Vincent laughed, which annoyed his friend even more. “Do you think it’s funny?” Wiping his wet eyes, Vincent answered, “Yeah.” “HA HA HA,” Jackson gave him an excessive laugh before he pointed to the cat, that aws biting and scratching the sofa. “That’s funny?” Vincent was ignorant and said, “Why? She’s cute.” “Cute my ass! I bought my shoes for $500! And the CUTE LITTLE FELLA, pooped in my shoes!” “That’s not expensive. My shoes are $2000.”

said Wenny who started teasing. "Ummm, maybe! Then now there are two hungry cats!” the answer teased back with saw Wenny. "Me? Emm__ is the one cat with three colour and the other one is an orange cat, which is hungry because its mother is gone! Hahahaha” Wenny said with laughing. "No! I am a noble Persian cat, you filthy scum cat! Yes, right!" said Ilona. "Ups! No way! I'm a Persian cat, you're an Egyptian cat without fur! Not cute!” protested Wenny.

the cat said, brushing my leg with its tail. "You don't need to be scared, just relax, you are safe here." It said, still brushing my leg with its tail. I heard Tina laughing at my expression and I frowned, "Do you think this is funny?" I asked her angrily, showing my displeasure and she chuckled, making me more angry. She just has a way of getting me angry. I exhaled heavily to calm myself as I tried to relax a bit. "My name is Fiona," The cat introduced herself, gazing at me with her greenish eyes.

"I'm kidding" "I don't crack sex jokes with minors" "I'll be eighteen in four months. Come on!" "Then crack it after four months" "Shut up, you guys!" I seethe, shooting a glare at both of them when they are occupying my bedroom like theirs. Eric is lying cross-legged on my bed. Kylee is stealing my snacks. My British shorthair cat Zoey is roaming cluelessly around me. "I'm getting crazy over here and you two—" I grunt. Zoey hovers onto my feet, trying to climb up through my leg as I grab her and put her on the cat tower. "Be a good girl. I'm already worried"

He scoffed and took a sip his coffee, Aaron came and patted my shoulder, “Sorry about that, kitty Cat, he got annoyed after supporting a boner all nigh long.” Elm almost choked on his banana fried, and actually I almost laughed as well, though I settled with a smirked on my face. Aaron saw me and pointing his finger at me. He winked, and we immediately burst out in laughter. “I must say, you really take us down last night, a good kitty Cat.” Said Aaron to me. Shrugged my shoulder. “You tried to knock the cat, got put down by a tigress instead.” “Okay, that is gold as well.” Elm told me while clapping.