Catscratch Novels & Stories

silly woman. "Stay back you eight-legged monster. God, what I wouldn't give for a super-sized can of Raid," she cried. He caught the tail end of Chaob as he slid through the path she left, and followed. Ignoring the high-pitched squeal, that of a baby and not the mother, thank the gods, Acat sped past his friend as he battled the minor arachnid ? minor for this place, at any rate ? and headed straight to his wide-eyed bride.

He had no fondness for small animals, and whichever direction the cat went hardly mattered to him. Panther struggled in Vicky's arms, seemingly eager to join Tyler's side. She held the cat tightly, saying, "Thank you, Mister Hart. I'll be on my way." As she passed by Tyler, Panther suddenly scratched Vicky with its paw. The unexpected pain caught Vicky off guard, and the cat slipped from her grasp. Instinctively trying to catch it, she accidentally bumped into the couch leg. Losing her balance, she tumbled heavily in a less-than-graceful manner. However, the anticipated surge of pain did not come as she thought. Instead, a familiar, refreshing scent wafted to Vicky's nose.

Aster put down the cat food and ran over to Larissa. He squatted down beside her and watched the two cats lying comfortably in Larissa's lap with curiosity. "Mommy, can I touch them?" he asked. Ragdoll cats were known to be gentle, and since she had previously taken care of them for some time, Larissa knew their personalities well. Without hesitation, she answered, "Of course you can." Aster stretched his hand out toward the cats eagerly. However, before he could even touch Muffin, he was scratched by her sharp claws. Three bloody scratches appeared on the back of Aster's hand.

He then frowned, pointing at the crab in front of Catherine, questioning Branden, "Mr. Duncan, don't you know Catherine is allergic to crabs? Why would you let her eat this?" The air seemed to freeze in an instant, and the entire room fell silent.

"Cat scratch fever is no joke." The corner of his mouth curved into a heart-stopping smile. He straightened his arm out, emphasizing that I didn't need to worry. "Don't worry about me." I tilted my head to the side, a question falling passed my lips. "If you heal that fast, why do you have so many scars?" Well, that felt insensitive to say out loud, but Kit didn't seem remotely bothered by it. "My scars are from wounds that would have killed me if I was human."

*** Lucas was showing the video around the table while we were having lunch, and I was angry. "Is that what you do whenever you hook up with a girl?" I have to ask. Seeing that I'm not into the video like the other, Lucas takes his phone, locks it, and is upset. "What are you, a virgin man?" he says. "I just don't like women being treated horribly." "Remind me never to show you any of my sex videos again," says Lucas. I bit into my sandwich angrily. "So, who next are you looking forward to sleeping with?" Toby questions Lucas, amused by his promiscuous lifestyle.

I said, stretching my hand out to get him. Kitty looked worried at first. He kept looking back to make sure Cadell wasn’t coming, before approaching me slowly. Just when I was about to pick him up, darkness filled the bathroom in an instant, terrifying Kitty and I. “Oh no,” I uttered worriedly, knowing this won’t go well for me. That’s when I heard Kitty scream in the darkness with the dark cloud clearing up, revealing Cadell in his real form, holding the poor cat from the neck. He was furious.

Scott-cat growls and me and I growl back. “What is your damage?” Eliza asks, taking the bottle of wine from me. “On second thought, I don’t want to know. What I do want to know is how you’re going to get that fucking dingus brother of yours to remove the violations. We can’t open again until they’re clear.” “He’ll remove them, I’m sure…once he has opposable thumbs again.” “What the hell are you talking about?” I sweep my hand out at Scott-Cat, who hisses and growls and makes a move to jump off the counter but stops. He’s not used to walking on four legs.

“I know. I will speak to your momma and dads. Lucky is a good man. We need to leave. Erm, what is that thing?” I ask when she shifts in my arms and looks at the big cat. “That is a Patger. She is really sweet.” She says, well I wouldn’t use the word sweet after she has just killed someone and maimed others. But whatever. She kisses my jaw and I look down at her. I lift her higher and move in to kiss her. She pulls away, covering her mouth with her hand.

As though making up her mind, she suddenly hurled the cat to the ground and turned to run. Without a second of hesitation, Ian shut the car door. "Drive." The Porsche roared to life and sped after her. I was left standing there, choking on exhaust, and feeling utterly humiliated. Supporting my aching back, I stood up slowly. I felt both annoyed and faintly amused. What a mess. With a sigh, I walked over and picked up the trembling white cat. Two of its legs were injured from the fall. Its mouth was cut, and thin streaks of blood were seeping out. That explained why it couldn't run even if it was terrified.