Confused Cat Meme Novels & Stories

Cat suddenly grabbed my arm, causing me to halt and gaze at him in bewilderment. ""Ah, wait a minute, miss, I can drive you to your destination faster if you prefer," Mr.Cat offered. "It's okay Mr.Cat, I don't want the target to find my disguise," I said, declining Mr. Cat's offer. "Don't worry, Mr.Mace will not recognise your disguise, miss," Mr.Cat remarked confidently. " Okay, I understand what you are offering Mr.Cat but how will you drive me to his house? In order for Dum not to suspect?" I asked Mr. Cat.

She can't make out who it was, so she closes them again. She felt a little disappointed that she didn't see a green field with lots of Fays, ice cream sundaes, and lasagna. Then she didn't bother much about it again. She remembered someone promised her ice cream sundaes when she arrived, but she couldn't exactly remember who told her that. Guess she would just float around for a while. She couldn't remember anything at all, not even her name, but she did remember Fay very well. For some reason, she remembers Fay as a cat, and doesn't just remember her as a cat, she remembers her as her cat, as in Fay was her cat, and she promised her cat that she would come back for it.

Catherine was momentarily stunned. With a smile, she said, “Madam, I think you’re mistaken. My cat’s just a little too fat.” “I don’t think so. I bumped into your husband earlier and even asked him about it. Your husband admitted that the cat is pregnant.” “My husband?” Was the lady referring to Shaun? Indeed, Shaun would walk the cat occasionally. However, Fudge was not pregnant. “Madam, I’m sure you’ve mistaken someone else for Shaun.”

I pretended to whine and Kiara had to cover her mouth to stop herself from laughing out loud, my smile widening at the sight. “Curiosity killed a donkey” “I’m pretty sure it was cat” “Why would curiosity kill a cat?” Kiara asked frowning. “Why would it be killing a donkey?” I asked raising an eyebrow. “How would I know? All I know is that cats are cute, especially kittens” she said dreamily and I found myself admiring her for what seemed like the thousandth time today, though it didn’t matter, I was enjoying every second of it.

“What’s funny here Nel, I just told you what I heard from her mouth and you are laughing at me. Is that it?” “That was a confusion Jake, it’s an unbelievable and funny confusion” Nel chuckled slowly. “What do you mean?” “Kenny got a black pussycat and the cat’s name is dick. She loves playing with her pussycat all the time. She takes him wherever she going , even to school and the name of this pussycat is Dick. You know how cats licks all the time” Nel explained slowly. “Why didn’t she just call it Cat? Maybe I could have understood”

They couldn’t just change up what they said while I was being forced to watch a show. Before I could complain to Lucas the sound of music coming from the tv had me looking over and narrowing my eyes. “I said.” I started to say but stopped as I stared at the animals that were on the screen that didn’t look right. “Why does the cat look like that?” I asked as I stared at its pretty eyes that didn’t look real. “It’s a cartoon.” Monica stated in what sounded like disgust. Before I could say anything my waist was grabbed and I was pulled closer towards Lucas.

Anything for a laugh – honestly, it’s like currency in our little group. “I don’t know...” Kate murmured, already retreating into that overly responsible corner of her brain. “Oh, come on. It’s not like you’re studying for an entry exam to Yale,” I said, letting a little irritation slip into my voice. She gave me a deadpan look. “You don’t know my life.” “Girl, your life is memes, sarcasm, and occasionally passing math.” “Fine,” she groaned, caving at last. “Good girl.” I winked like a smug aunt handing out wine at a family dinner.

She was doing much better, even likely to be discharged today. Kate rubbed her forehead with a groan. “I can't believe you. You just escaped near death, and you’re more eager to know about Rose’s expression?” “I'm a cat, remember?” Catherine said with a smirk. “I’ve got 9 lives”, throwing Kate a wink. Kate glared at her not buying her joke. “Not Funny, Cat”. “I'm fine, really”, Catherine said softly “So wipe that frown off your face”. Kate squeezed her face, faking a smile.

I didn't sleep well. My dreams were a confused mess of legal contracts, masked men, and Adrian Black’s eyes staring at me through a screen. Thump. Thump. Something heavy landed on my stomach. Then, something sharp pricked my leg. "Tom! Jerry! Get off Mommy!" a small voice giggled. I cracked one eye open. My two rescue cats, Tom, a fat orange tabby, and Jerry, a scrawny black cat, were using me as a trampoline. And right in the middle of the feline wrestling match was Milo.

"They're having raw meat today. The cat really likes it." When the people online saw the video of my cat eating raw meat and eggs while my dog gnawed on a bone, they absolutely lost it. "She has money to feed animals but not her own mother?" "I can tell just by looking at her face that she's a selfish person!" "Your mom should've abandoned you when you were born!" I replied to that comment, "She definitely should have. It's too bad she couldn't bring herself to do it since I was still useful to her."