Catscratch Novels & Stories

I was just getting ready for a nap when Lenny's message came through. "Seven thousand dollars—what a lucky number. It's the Christmas season, so of course we can't shortchange our furbabies. This is my bonus. Our cat is a little princess, and she deserves only the best." I didn't read the rest of his messages, because the moment I saw seven thousand dollars, I was so shocked that all my sleepiness vanished. I quickly typed back, "Seven thousand dollars?"

Before Will could reply, a soft, wet scraping sound echoed from the dark ceiling vent directly above the kitchen counter. A massive cat squeezed itself out of the ceiling vent, landing with an impossibly quiet thud directly onto the kitchen counter. Will gasped and stumbled backward, his hands trembling as he raised his metal weapon. The creature crouching on the counter was terrifying. It possessed piercing, bright yellow eyes that locked onto Will with predatory intelligence, and its thick body was covered in a dense coat of gray-striped fur. It looked exactly like a normal, domestic tabby cat, except it was easily fifty pounds—the size of a well-muscled bobcat or small panther.

“You’re going to scratch the tre until it falls down?” The cat arched one of its brows up. “I can make the tree fall in an instant if that is what you are daring me to do.” “Oh wow. Pussy cat has claws. Impressive.” I rolled my eyes at the cat. Somehow, its attitude was slightly familiar that it annoys me. It reminds me of a certain demon. “Get lost!”

Grandpa suggested “Yes, Sir!" Kitty said and helped Grace and Tobias back into the wheelchair. “Thank you so much, everyone!" Grace said as she hugged Tobias. After Kitty, Grace and Tobias left Hank turned to Tony and asked “Do you think we should tell her?” “What? That Tobias is an extremely rare fire coloured Tibetan Mastiff Puppy that Xan has just paid $2 Million for? No, I don’t think so! Just let her enjoy having a puppy without worrying about such things!” Tony said

Stupid canivores. I wish I actually stole from the woman so this hunt could be justified. Brightness is beginning to bless the day. Soon all in the street can easily look up and see me - and see that I'm naked underneath. I climb back into the building through the window on the first floor. It is where the kids were. They are not angry. They seem excited, holding their sticks in their little hands like prison wardens. They begin to approach slowly in the manner a lion approaches a rabbit. I fumble with the teddy and pull out the revolver. ‘’ If you near me, I'll blow out your heads.’’

she try to say something when someone come from behind . "CAT" he hoot in her ear and she jumped in her spot before turning with a flash of light. Her big bambi eyes look at them scared when the cat from basin get up and lick her arm. A loud scream with a barrel of laugh echoed in the room. She is continously screaming jumping on her spot making the cat closed her ears with her tiny paws . Finally when her throat give up she stop coughing a little. She look up only to find the two devils standing closing their ears and when she turn around the cat look at her with done expression. And now she know she got pranked.

What had taken her half an hour now only took a few minutes. “They can’t pinpoint where we are by the descriptions just yet. They are on alert, awaiting any more news from us.” “What other things can werecats do?” She asked, hesitating only a fraction of a second. He caught the brief hesitation. “You don’t have to worry. We don’t hunt people, and I would never hurt you. Just like humans, we are all different. Some are better at physical abilities, like hunting. I am better at the magic aspect.” With that he flipped over his hand and held out an apple. He winked as she took it, glad to see the fear erased from her eyes.

It didn't take less than five seconds and I was healed magically. Nagisa's jaws dropped. " Just what are you?!" I put the bomb away and buried my hands deep in my pockets. " I'M A CAT WITH NINE LIVES!"

The cat crawled toward him, her eyes wide, and Taren picked her up. "And you must be Prissy." Taren chuckled. "You know, I thought your mother called me prissy when she asked about you." Prissy looked up at him and mewed. "I know. So, what do you say we get you back to your mama?" The cat rubbed up against his jacket in answer. Taren chuckled as he tucked Prissy into his coat to warm her. "But you have to promise not to scratch me." Prissy peeked her head out from inside his coat and mewed.

he will trample on. So defenseless, blindfolded, she trustingly stretches her palms to both of them. Fourteen steps up. Austin's happy bark. Key turn. Can? Can? Can you watch already? Kitty jumps and squeaks, squeaks and jumps, and tries to hug the mantelpiece. Austin squeals and circles happily around them. The brothers are bursting with such pride, as if they didn’t just rent this apartment, but at least designed it themselves.