Catscratch Novels & Stories

Butch "Hey Cassidy we didn't finish our introduction" Lauren "Shut up you idiots if I hear another word from your mouths I will make you suffer very badly" Butch and Cassidy suddenly got chills after hearing him and seeing his cold eyes staring down at them they felt really scared, they thought that a devil was looking deep into their soul but they quickly shook it off and came back to normal Cassidy "How dare you, go Houndour, Raticate" Butch "Go Primeape, Hitmontop" Cassidy "Raticate use Bite, Houndour use Fire Fang"

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.

Cat fur started flying around since they were biting each other. In the end, Nathan held the new Persian cat in his arms. This cat belonged to Jessica initially, and its buttocks were burnt during a barbecue. It was abandoned since it was marred by a scar. Now, it was here with Hilda, and she named it 'Scorchy'. Nathan was touching the burnt cat's bottom when he saw Brian, who was recording each cat's progress.

Lucas won, of course, but I am pretty sure he would still be buying the three of us ice cream. “Hey El, this claw machine is a scam. In fact, all of these are. You will just be wasting your tokens here,” Lucas said. They are already beside me. “I know, but I saw this cute little white cat and thought of you. I thought of giving it to you. Look, it looks like you. Especially when you are annoyed,” I responded, speaking what is on my mind. I was still playing the game while I spoke. This is getting irritating, why can’t this little cute cat just go with the claw?

My mom will have a fit if she finds out. A few cardboard boxes are stacked next to the trashcan. I go through them until I find one that’s clean and empty before lowering my charge inside. He protests loudly at being separated from the heat of my body. “Don’t worry.” I stroke his back. “I won’t leave you. I promise.” His claws are minuscule but sharp. I earn a scratch on my hand for my efforts. After some petting, the kitten calms again. “I’ll call you Kitty-Kat. That’s a cool name, right?”

"Just a sec!" "The heck!" Hellcat mumbled under her breath as she crossed her arms. She actually saw something in a dark corner. "It just a cat!" Scar said as she turned to it. "I thought it was something else!" Hellcat sighed loudly. "I got it!" Nexus exclaimed. "Buh it really long!" Vixen added. "Just say it!" Scar snapped. "05082010, type that and then add 24 hash(#)!" Nexus replied and Blaze sprang into action typing it as fast as he can.

she asked as the sound of ruffling came out from the room. “Well, I was thinking of all the ways I could do this.” Cruz came into the room carrying something she couldn’t really see in his massive hands. “I thought about a grandiose display with fireworks. I thought about a small intimate dinner for two at a fancy restaurant. Then yesterday when you were all badass it occurred to me, you’re embracing your badass self. You called yourself a boss bitch. You’re right. You are a boss. Every boss,” he paused as the thing in his hands started to move and a teeny mewling noise escaped his hands, “needs to have a cat.”

"Cyrus, there's a huge monster outside. It keeps meowing at the windows." She swallowed. "Keira said we had to get Babs. It followed her here." "Don't be scared," Cyrus said. "It's Babs' friend. Let's go see it." He wheeled Barbara into the living room. Outside the window, two massive red eyes glowed in the night. The mutated cat, Buttercup, let out a few rough howls. It did not look hostile. It looked impatient, like it was waiting to be fed. When it saw Barbara, it quieted and sat down in the snow.

Miso was proving to be quite the adversary. Tomas winced as the feisty tabby cat surged at his forearm, her sharp claws piercing through the fabric of his sleeve like tiny daggers, each jab a tiny reminder of her defiance. “Bloody hell,” he muttered under his breath, desperation rising in the pit of his stomach as he wielded a slice of fragrant tuna like bait, hoping to coax her into the confines of the wicker basket. He accompanied his plea with a silent prayer for patience.

They looked broken, half-dead in the rain. Good thing I brought them home. That's what saved them. They stored energy, slept for years, kept evolving in this twisted timeline—and produced an even stronger next generation. They hid the glitches. To everyone else, they were just regular house cats. Until the apocalypse hit. Their powers rebooted. Same game. Different round. I'd barely finished processing that when noise flared outside. "Where are those cats? Hand them over!" Alan stood there with a crowd behind him. Three massive crocodiles sprawled at his feet.