Cute Munchkin Cat Novels & Stories

And that was his name. He was a perfect mutt, not too big, with gray, white and black rather long hair that peaked and looked windblown. He had button eyes. He was alert, friendly and spotted Minny immediately but he didn't do anything. He was used to cats? Minny watched from the top the television, and he kept an interested, friend eyes on her. Luke's mother almost immediately exclaimed, "The pictures! Marvelous!" She had a hard time being distracted from them. But she did look around and add:

"Everett, you've been here with Munchie all day. Is that really okay?" Whitney set down a cup of coffee, the latte art shaped like a little cat's face. Everett smiled, unable to resist rubbing Munchie's belly again. "It's fine." After taking the kitten to the vet clinic that day, they had naturally ended up keeping him at Whitney's cafe for the time being. Even with the cone around his neck, nothing could stop him from devouring his food, so they named him Munchie.

The chipmunk called out. “No thanks!” I yelled at it. “I am very comfy here!” I saw the black cat gritting its teeth in annoyance as it marched towards the tree that I was on. “Be careful of the pollen, PRINCE Ace.” “I know!!” It yelled at the bunny before looking back at me. It’s blue feline eyes darkened before it kicked the bottom of the tree. “Hey!” I yelled at it the moment the tree began to shake. “I have no cat food here. Go and find your own tree you darn cat!” Stupid feline. “GO FIND YOUR OWN SCRATCHING POST!” I screamed and glared at it.

I all but groan out loud. Beck and Labyrinth are doing everything they can not to laugh in my face, and I don't blame them. Point me in any direction and I'll find something to kill. Collecting people isn't my thing. I look at Marinah holding the smallest kitten. It looks like some kind of patchwork quilt. She brings the tiny body up to her giant jaws, and the kitten rubs its small head against her teeth. This is worse than her climbing my shoulders naked over a snake, but it's me who won't be living it down. I don't like cats.

She’s perfect and rarely breaks a rule. Caleb P.O.V I had dinner with Keegan, Kitten and the twins. Trying to get my mind off of things and trying to clear my own name after everything with Snow. We were having fun, laughing talking and of course I apologized towards Cat for my rude behavior towards her best friend. But like always, she knew everybody way to fucking well and she could see right through you. She was completely composed and serious when she stated that Bryan a.k.a Snow’s fucking date was there this morning when they both went by her place. And that she actually liked him, what did she call him oh yes, sweet and loving and caring and apparently he had fur babies. Naturally I ha

"Listen to me." Something in his tone stilled me. I didn't dare to move in his arms. He seemed to exhale softly, yet the grip around my waist did not loosen. He was still holding onto my tail with his free hand. "I once had a cat." He fell silent for a long time after that. In fact, it was so long I thought he wouldn't continue. Then, he spoke again. His voice was very soft, and he sounded almost nonchalant about it. "It was called Powder. It had pink and white fur, too. Just like you."

Kayla smile, patting the cat lightly on its head. She drops her gaze to its body, to have a proper check at its figure. “How did you get in here?” she marvel. The cat has very sweet features which allure Kayla to check out more. It has two beautiful eyes, adorably tiny paws, sharp claws, and two perky ears which are very sensitive to sounds. It has a tiny body covered with smooth white and blue fur and it has a furry tail as well. Its have an adorable face with a tiny nose, a big mouth and a few whiskers under its nose.

And the moment she walked in, she could hear cherry in the living room. She was expecting visitors at eight-thirty, and she made sure the house was as cold as possible, despite the discomfort, for the sake of her aged ancient husky. He was sixteen years old, a wonder he was still alive, and a sweetheart to all that met him. His name was cherry, after the fruit, because he was extremely sweet. He greeted her enthusiastically when she got home, as she hurried into the kitchen to check on the progress. She was relieved to see that everything was almost set,and the Indian dinner she ordered, almost ready.

‘Oh you like it. I run my left hand on Chi-Chan’s fur, and they are very soft to touch. He has white and black thick fur that covers his entire body. And his fur feels soft and smooth better than any stuffed toy. I walked closer to the huge tree planted near the gate. Below the tree there is a single swing where Mallory loves to spend her time.

"You'll like it" Mystique scoffed. "We'll see about that" she whispered under her breath, turning her gaze away but the other person heard her perfectly. It was quiet for a while but the meow sound was what got her attention, she immediately reeled to find the man standing before her with a sliver fur color kitten. Her eyes widened as she grinned from ear to ear, she was instantly up on her feet, taking the kitten out from his arms to her embrace. "He's so cute" Mystique purred, rubbing her cheek against the kitten's soft furs. "And soft, just like a pillow" she giggled.