Chachamaru Cat Novels & Stories

Clara smiled. "She's just a bit of a hussy. I suppose most of us are, but she's in heat most of the time. And she's perky too. It gets a little annoying after a while." But Clara didn't sound all that annoyed. Her voice reflected genuine affection. "She's a werejaguar, by the way." "She turns into a jaguar? That's so cool!" Shamira couldn't believe she said that. "And a gorgeous jaguar at that. She's Brazilian, and werejaguars are more common down there. But the werecats are rare breeds regardless, and Shane is lucky to have her. So to speak." She placed a hand on Shamira's arm.

VOLUME TWO: BENEDICTION Ribs screaming in agony, blood dripping from her nose and lip, and her right eye swollen almost shut, Amy Tarcher stumbled through the Cattenach Ranch iron gate onto her best friend's property. Her legs cramped, barely holding her up, and the vertigo was screwing with her balance. Loose gravel over the brick-laid driveway grated under her shuffling flip-flops, but they were all she'd been able to manage when she'd fled home.

"Hello, I'm Marina Dell. I recently discovered this hidden gem of a café, so I've been coming here every day to spend time with the cats." When she smiled, her eyes curved gently, dimples faintly showing, making her entire demeanor appear lively and radiant. Jamie was not short of money, so the café's pedigree cats were all purebred and extremely valuable. Many knowledgeable customers who came in and saw the cats were even hesitant to reach out and touch them.

She quickly lean on Catherine's shoulder. "I got scared... Cathy". Muka added. Cathy lift Muka's head. Her bangs almost covered her face. Catherine spotted some trace of tears from her red cheeks. Muka got her mother's aura. Cute and bubbly. The Casimir has the same eyes which is brown. Their black and white hair run through their genes just like Catherine. "Don't be scared, I am here already". Catherine softly said and hug Muka. "Are you telling the truth?" Xperia asked. She's in the back sitting.

Elle had mentioned quite a few abilities that it might have and I cannot wait to learn which all ones show up. "Rojo, I can't believe that you turned into a cat! That is so exciting! You can come with me now!" I say still giggling. The cat just looks at me slightly confused before jumping into my arms. It quickly curls around my neck and as I turn to look at its face I notice that its coloring is the exact same shade of red as it was as an arapaima. It reminds me a little of Crookshanks in Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban as it is flat faced and fluffy it is just a bright red instead of orange.

Her fur was growing on her skin, and her nails were getting longer, turning into claws. "Ahm! Girls, can we focus on that werecat, please?" Nomiko, as always, the gentle one in the group, butted in. She kept glancing at Amira and Demeter, but when she shifted her stare to Delmar, she couldn't help but hiss. "Amira, open your eyes. That's not your mate. He may look like Delmar, your childhood sweetheart, but he is not Delmar. I have seen it with my own eyes. He is a werecat while Delmar was, I mean, is a werewolf!" Hopefully, those words of wisdom struck Amira's brain and put some sense into her head.

Lechon stewed over the fire as Ambrosio, a faithful human protein-vegetarian aswang, turned the roast boar on the spit. "Ambrosio, do you think I have what it takes to change the loathsome ways of the Ikapati Tribe for good?" Catarina mused. Her swordstick cane - made of rosewood and bamboo - was lacquered bright and boot polish black. She smirked, petting the golden Philippine eagle in silver on its cobblestone crest. Catarina ran sharp red nails over its bright metal beak.

It looked at Winston tenderly, wagging its tail: "Meow?" Winston looked back at the cat with disdain: "You're so ugly. Get lost! Don't show up in front of me when I go to my sister's place tomorrow! Otherwise, I'll shave off all your fur!" With that, he turned and left the alley. Leaving behind the beautiful chinchilla cat with teary eyes, staring at his back and meowing, she didn't even know what she did wrong. The Chinchilla cat is a purebred Persian cat crossbred with a native South African cat to create the Chinchilla breed. One distinguishing feature that makes this breed very popular is their round, green eyes that look innocent and adorable.

Shima smiled at the cat's cute face. "What name do you want to give ... Shima?" Freddy asked next to her. Kei just looked at Shima's face. "Hmm .. Kitty? Nope .. Err .. Mimi? No .. No .. It's just not tasty. It's more of a human name. Hmm because you're a female cat and have a power. I gave you your name "Duendera!" Shima snapped his fingers when mentioning the name. "Duendera?" Kei frowned slightly at the name Shima had just called.

She held her breath slightly, sensing something unusual, very dangerous and threatening, especially when Pandora imagined Aquela acting recklessly. The woman was surrounded by Kingston's pets. Cats—big cats of every different breed. Calculating cats. Fierce cats. The most striking was the cheetah, because it was the only cat Pandora had ever encountered in person. The rest were far enough away that they were somehow free to roam, leaving Aquela helpless there—sitting with her legs curled up, hugging herself, and burying her face between her knees. It looked like Aquela had fallen down, unable to do anything but scream in a voice that was now muffled.