Catscratch Novelas e Histórias

Abby. “Is she yours?” “No.” Claire? Claire shook her head. Maeve? “No.” Martha entered carrying a basket. Mason didn’t even bother asking. She smiled. “No.” ⸻ Rowan spread his hands. “Then she’s currently unaffiliated.” Mason stared. “She is a cat, not an independent territory.” ⸻ The kitten chirped. “Mrrrp.” Rowan pointed triumphantly. “Cricket.” Mason closed his eyes.

The stray cat I adopted had recently started looking at my boyfriend, Logan Bennett, and his female best friend, Chloe Dawson, like they were complete idiots. Then one day, Chloe climbed into the passenger seat of Logan’s car again and shot me a provocative smile. A fierce little voice suddenly rang out in my head: “Human, that woman is calling you an idiot in her head! She’s also planning to get your man drunk tonight! Hurry up and slap her! If you do, I’ll make sure you find money on the street when you leave!” I froze and stared down at Mochi in my arms. So my cat could not only talk, but also read minds and predict the future? Fine. From today on, Mochi and I would make these two s

As I slipped on my clothes, I was hyperaware of the cold marble that sat in my hand, waiting patiently for its moment to shine. "I know the game is about taking risks, but that---that was insane." Camille exhaled, and I couldn't help notice the slight tremble of her hands. This was the most I had heard Camille speak, Helena too from the looks of it. "What was that? What kind of---thing makes that sound?" "It was a bobcat. A poisonous one apparently." I grimaced. I left out one fact, that the inhuman wailing hadn't come from the creature, it had come from the old crone.

It seemed like it was going to rain heavily. Charity looked up and said softly to the skinny cat, “Oh well, do you want to… come home with me? My house is quite spacious.” The cat meowed before it looked down and ate the fish seriously. Charity thought the cat agreed, so she stretched out her hand to hug it. However, the wild cat ended up extending its sharp claws and scratching the back of her hand, leaving a scar on her hand. “Tsk, tsk. Are you having a brain fart moment? This wild cat is highly vigilant. Did you think it was similar to a domestic cat?”

"What I meant is, are you really serious about it staying with you when Lucas has a cat allergy?" "Okay," I sigh, leaning in towards him at the table. It’s better that I explain it to him. "The cat won't kill Lucas. They're hypoallergenic. I'm not an idiot, Chase. I'm just playing a game. And stop taking Lucas' side on this one." "Caty?" Chase's voice was sincere and he's looking right into my eyes like he can see my soul. "What?" I shrugged. "Are you really okay?" he questioned.

The only other colored fur was near the head in a form of a black mohawk that slid along its spine a few feet; stopping about mid-way on a normal cat's back. It slid down and landed with next to no sound, its eyes watching me as it waited. "Kasey, this is Sorscha, she is my familiar. She's what you mortals call a Tatzelwurm." Latifa walked over to the beast that's head was half the size of Latifa. Its paws are bigger than the width of my chest. It was huge! "How.....did...." I looked back at the small shadowy corner it came from in complete shock and confusion.

Swoosh! The Scented Phantom Cat's claws immediately tear the silhouette Caspian left behind into pieces. When it noticed that something was not right, the Scented Phantom Cat's gray hair stood on end just like a hedgehog. In a flash, the gray hair melted like a candle and then turned into a cloud of thick gray smoke, covering the Scented Phantom Cat. Soon, the Scented Phantom Cat in the smoke suddenly became fuzzy and hazy. In that originally dim environment, it seemed to disappear into thin air.

But for Hunter, this was a perfect day to murder his childhood psychologist and kill the pain that had been living inside of him ever since his first meeting with her. He stood in front of her white wooden door and tried the door handle slowly and slowly it swung open, allowing him in. As the door swung, it made a creaking sound. Hunter stood by the door and surveyed the room. There was a black cat on her couch and when it saw Hunter it jumped off the couch and raced upstairs. This kind of reminded him of how cartoonists exaggerated a cat's jump whenever the cat felt frightened.

As Riley leaned over, poised to pounce on his innocent victim, Scarlett grabbed at his hand. It wasn't just another excuse to touch him--the thought of him fighting was one thing but she didn’t want to see it. It made her stomach turn, giving her that same feeling as the time her neighbour’s cat had caught a bird in the bushes. The poor thing had squealed and flapped to no avail, and though she’d desperately wanted to save the poor little thing, her mother stopped her. It was just nature, she said, and it was kinder to let it take its course.

I don't know how old I really am, I just learned how to talk, but I know that I was raised in a cage, the ones who took care of me were humans, not nice ones, they don't like me, they told me so, they forget to feed me, they don't change me enough, and I feel sick more days, I spend most of my days sleeping due to the medication they give me to keep me asleep. I haven't introduced myself yet, I'm Neve, I'm a kitten, a Neko, I'm half kitten half-human, I have a human body just add to it cat ears and tail and me being more prone to act like the kitten I am. My hair is long and brown, it always hurt when they brush it for me, but they said that having long hair would get them more money, I have