Catdog Novels & Stories

She nodded, going on down the hallway and expecting him to follow behind. They passed the room where he had been staying and hooked around to the next hallway, going down only a few doors before coming to the one with the emerald "E" on it. "Home sweet home," she said, opening the door to a room twice the size of the one he was staying in. Perched atop of the king sized bed was a giant cat, white with black stripes, and colossal teeth coming out of its mouth. The beast had been sleeping, but as the door opened, so did its eyes. They were a sparkling blue as well.

I whisper. Adrian’s eyes widen. “Is this okay?” “She doesn’t let strangers touch her,” I say, stunned. He laughs softly, clearly pleased, and gently scratches behind her ears. “I guess she has good taste.” “Or you’re secretly a cat whisperer.” “Guilty,” he says lightly. “I grew up with cats. Dogs are great, but cats? They choose you.” “I think she’s decided you’re acceptable,” I say dryly. “I will treasure this honor.”

Katia played with the two puppies they had found. At the vet's office, she was told that the puppy she found was a Pomeranian, about two weeks old, with white and black fur, resembling a panda bear. The kitten was an exotic cat, a Persian variant, the same age as the puppy, with ash-gray fur. Both puppies were about the size of Alyre's hands. The happiness on Katia's face was evident. ...

Cat panted, trying to get closer to his hand at her breast. Cat curved her spine and pushed her breast into his hand, crying out “Eric!”

The kitten suddenly stood up and swatted the puppy, who promptly settled down, drawing laughter from everyone. "Your kitten is quite the boss!" Theodore remarked to Lucy, then continued playing with Lila. Lila stared at the unfamiliar face, her eyes filled with confusion. She looked back at Lucy and Maria. Finding everything strange, she suddenly began to cry loudly. Panicking, Theodore quickly handed the child back to Lucy, finding it much easier to hold the obedient golden retriever instead. The puppy enjoyed being in his arms, happily sticking out its pink tongue. Seeing the child cry, the kitten also got up. It cautiously approached Lucy and rubbed its face against Lila's, calming her do

I laughed and held it back to him. "No, this is yours," I told him. "So has Mushu showed up again?" I asked. "No, not yet," he told me and then shook the bottle a little. "Toma~ Come here. I'll give you some more so you're not fighting Toru." Toma jumped up eagerly and purred towards Dmitri. Dmitri opened the bottle and sprinkled some more out of it for him then capped it firmly and set it aside. Toma growled as he jumped it and knocked it into the floor, going for it quickly. I felt Toru jump up into my lap suddenly, his weight crashing into my stomach as he held a piece of catnip in his mouth lightly. He looked up at me and dropped it before he jumped up onto my chest and started to lick m

"Baby, how many dogs do you have?" "Uhh… Five." "There's only four." Catriona was about to go out but Enzo held her. "Sir, are we going up now?" "Wait!" Catriona said. "Lieutenant!" She calls and the Akita barks. "Sergeant." The Bull Mastiff barks. "Cornel!" She calls and the Doberman answers. "Captain?" The Rottweiler answers. "Where's General?" "General?" Enzo whistles calling out for the other dog. Tequila came out with General who is dragging a big stuffed toy. The one that Enzo bought for her. "They are here."

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."

Taking a deep breath, he wondered why he could not detect the presence of a werecat. “It’s a blocker and shampoo, ” the postal worker admitted, seeing Wyatt’s confusion. “I’m mated to a Donskoi; I think you call them pila.” “It’s a breed of hairless dog…” Wyatt explained. “Same with Donskoi, but a cat.”

my baby started and I in my head I was sure she'd name it something similar to kitty, cat, cookie, something easy. "Yes?" I say waiting patiently for her to come up with a name. "Tiger!" she says excitedly, picking the cat up and hugging it, and then it all clicked the orange tabby wasn't just a normal cat, small enough to be one sure, but it's a tiger, an animal that doesn't exist anymore, and if I remember correctly, they are the kings of the jungle more powerful than a lion ever been. "How did you know?" I asked Katie, I couldn't even remember the name of the animal and she was one of the generation after the nuclear disaster.