Cats Musical Fanart Novels & Stories

Caturix rumbles. I had no idea that they could switch like that without shifting. I have to say that Caturix is one imposing Lycan. He must be at least 8’ tall and he is all muscle. His fur is as black as night. I wanted to pet him, but during an attack is not the time for shit like that. I run my hand through his hair, and I swear he starts to purr like a damn cat. I nearly ask him if he is purring, but I do not think he would appreciate being compared to a cat. “Aww you are purring.” I coo.

There’s an old English proverb that states: "A cat has nine lives. For three he plays, for three he strays, and for the last three he stays". A common myth that we’ve all heard is that cats have nine lives. But where does this fiction of feline immortality actually come from? And why is it the number nine? Nine is considered a magical number, which could also be part of the reason cats are attributed with nine lives. Cats have been both worshipped and feared throughout the ages and are seen as magical creatures.

She scoffed, “Well you can thank your cat for that. I’m off for another shower. I’m covered in paint because of you.” Selena pursed her lips, “You literally have only four spots. Look at me!” Her one arm and the side of her chest were dripping with colors. She smiled teasingly, “Mmh, your body is a work of art.” The cat jumped on her chest and Selena squealed, “No. Mr. Kitty. Your fur!”

The news of 'Diana bitten by a dog' quickly caused an uproar on the Internet. Fans of Diana kept hurling insults at everyone. They cursed and scolded both humans and dogs, and even crowdfunded to hire people to steal Kater and cook it into soup. They even wanted to find a few strong, lustful dogs to gang rape it, making Rex furious. Those f*cking fans of Diana. If anything happens to my precious Kater, I'll kill Diana for sure! Ever since a 2.5 meter orange cat moved into Hilda's house, Kater, who had been freeloading in Nathan's house for many years, finally proposed to go home. It barked at Hilda to call Rex to pick it up.

"I said answer me! Don't make me repeat myself, kitty!" "Yes, I'm yours. Now please stop hurting me!" The Cat whimpered, tears streaming down his cheeks. The Lycan grinned widely and leaned down to give the Tiger a feverish kiss before pushing him further onto the ground and thrusting deeper into the Cat. The Lycan's lips trailed down the Cat's torso, sucking at his chest and kissing swollen hard nipples while using his free hand to cup his cheek. His tongue traced it's way up to the Tiger's left ear. The Cat shuddered under his touch, arching his body upwards to meet the Lycan's Kisses, his lower half rolled, making the Lycan's monstrous cock dive deeper inside of him.

"It is!" I glance to the fire pit and retrieve my own matching cup to get a better look at the image. In the middle, two pieces of text arch to form an almost circle. The top piece reads "Tom's Tiki Lounge" while the bottom lists a website for Tom's. The middle of the circle is the most amazing. Smack dab between the two font arches, in full color, is a picture of a grey striped tabby cat sitting upright. Trey turns his own cup to see what I'm so excited about. "It's a cat?"

“Durandal!” “Head Fan!” “Head Fan!” “Head Fan!” “Domineering Tiger!” “Domineering Tiger!” “Domineering Tiger!” “Frowning Tiger!” “Frowning Tiger!” “Frowning Tiger!” “Rash Tiger!” “Rash Tiger!” “Rash Tiger!” “Beastly Tiger!” “Beastly Tiger!” “Beastly Tiger!” “Wandering Cheetah!” “Wandering Cheetah!” “Wandering Cheetah!” “Unbound Mongoose!”

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.

‘Aris, believe me, I am really, really trying to concentrate on what you are saying, but it’s a bit hard considering the fact that… the blinding sight in front of me is burning my fucking eyes off! (ﾉಥ益ಥ)ﾉ ┻━┻ ‘Can’t you two spare some sympathy for the single dogs in this room and stop with whatever you think you are doing?!? щ（ﾟДﾟщ）And, Aris, how the fuck do you expect me to concentrate on serious matters when I’ve got this deadly image of an orange tabby with tousled fur meowing in front of me?!?’ Ok, sure, the devastating cuteness was pleasing to the eyes, but not to the heart! 〒▽〒

The yellow eyed bird had its head pushed gently on the chest of the other. On another poster sat a stoic black cat in front of a smokey, whispy background. An Egyptian beaded collar and cartouch hung over its neck and shoulders. The words, 'I get easily distracted by cats and tattoos' split above and below the image. Elena snorted softly to herself. 'I bet she does get distracted by tattoos on a... NO! No. No, no, no, no. I'm not going down that route again.' She smirked, 'But gawd do I miss those lips and hands all over my body.'