Catscratch Novels & Stories

“My little kitty, are you driving a sports car or an Ox Cart? Why so slow, Baby?” Evan taunted while looking at his little kitty who is trying her best to control speed within safe range. She forgot the fact that she is in the city of crime. Xarxe belongs to him. He is the rule here. Nothing can restrict her here except…

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!”

Caleb growls. Just then, through the crowd, I see a little blob of blonde hair fly through the room. “What the fuck is going on!” she screams and I have never been so happy to see my kitten. She stands on the table, her aura pressing out and it seems to wake up the woman in the room as they blink a few times before one of them flinches besides me. “Hi, can you stop touch my ass now?” she immediately removes her hand and backs away, terrified.

I moved over to scratch behind his ear and under his neck. “Still sleeping, huh? Lazy little kitty, you sleep a lot. I guess there’s something to people wanting to die and come back as a house cat.” The stray just purred, keeping his eyes closed, enjoying the pet. He rolled over onto his back, exposing his belly so I could reach under his neck better.

he asked, approaching to pet the kitten. “Meow!” the kitten protested, trying to bite him before jumping onto the bed and curling up on the pillows. “Let me see if you got scratched.” “She didn’t hurt me.” “Then why are you crying?” “...” James grimaced and opened his laptop to show Max what he had found.

"Looks to me like you've strayed too far my kitten" ××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××

Lyra Lyra sprawled on the ground, her hands scrambling against the damp earth. A sleek wild cat, the size of a german shepard, circled her. Its eyes glowed, an eerie mix of gold and green. The creature's fur blended seamlessly with local vegetation, a muted, tawny color that made it hard to see until it had been nearly on top of her. It shimmered unnaturally in the rain, shifting in ways that weren’t natural, jerking in and out of sync with reality. Scarlike markings marred its muscles, tracing pulsating, runic patterns through its fur.

I turned off my phone and went to sleep. When I woke up the next day and turned my phone back on, it vibrated for ten minutes straight. All missed calls and texts from Mom. "Elena Marshall, where's the money? What's the meaning of that stack of scratch cards in the mailbox?" "I get it now. You're getting revenge on me, aren't you? Don't you dare come back. When you do come back, I'll beat you to death, you ungrateful daughter!" "Sweetie, how about this. Just give me the money you spent on the scratch cards instead…"

The fuck. Janice’s face instantly lit up. “Oh! Look!” She crouched down, making soft noises. What was happening right now? The cat hesitated, staring back at her like it was trying to figure out something, then trotted over confidently. No. No. And fucking no. I took several steps back. “Careful, darling! Those things are feral… they carry diseases and they scratch.” She looked up at me, amusement dancing in her eyes. “Calder… are you scared of a little cat?”

These guys have probably all reached the Second-stage Middle Stage. ’No wonder my First-Order self couldn’t sense the presence of these Aberrant Beasts.’ Freed from its restraint, the White Cat went forward and sniffed the catnip. It then stood on its tiptoes, pounced on the salmon, let out a "MROW," snatched the fish, and leaped onto the wall. After one last look at me, it disappeared into the night. Rex snorted, shrank down in size, and nudged his head against me, whining a few times before trotting back into the house with a PITTER-PATTER.