Dogday X Catnap Comic Novels & Stories

Doggo came running to me , started cuddling as soon as I hopped on the sofa . “How was your day?” Travis asked . He was in the kitchen . I could smell something delicious being cooked . Okay well I guess dinner's gonna be quite pretty . “Hectic.” I shouted back , growling in annoyance . Just remembering what happened makes me feel the urge to kill people . “That’s cool too , I guess .” He sounded confused . I turned my gaze from Doggo to Travis and damn , I think I just forgot how to breathe . Is he some greek god or hell . What a freaking hot figure sight is this?

The inwardly sloping ceiling is painted taffy-pink and plastered with leopard prints; posters of kittens that would’ve looked cute and at home on the web but were printed and blown up so they’re just scary; magazine cutouts of the Pope; painting replicas of the Virgin Mary and Jesus; and posters of quotes like: | Dance like no one is watching {Love} LIKE YOU’VE NEVER BEEN HURT {Sing} LIKE NO ONE IS LISTENING {Live} LIKE HEAVEN IS ON EARTH | interspersed with images of Snoopy, Kate’s fave dog character along with Odie. Those few, tiny images of Snoopy never fail to remind Kate of Ecto 2.0 and the painful moment when she repeatedly commanded it to “stay” and, finally, “shut down” on the day th

“Swagga needs a nap so he can guard you at night time. Are you going to take a nap too?” “No.” She shakes her head and whines. “Codi a big girl. I no want a nap.” “You don’t want to take a nap with Aunt Leticia and Swagga?” Klay gets out of the truck and opens her door to get her out of her car seat. “They take naps all the time.” “Swagga take naps?” Codi puts her finger in her mouth, reconsidering. “Oh yeah. He’s like the master of naps. That’s what kitties do best.” Klay raises his eyebrows and nods at her.

"No. 1: Overly logical, completely lacking in romance." "No. 2: Had once caused emotional pain because of work." "No. 3: Does not know how to cook." In the Opportunities section, he noted that I liked him, including his virtual identity as Mr. Y, and that he was currently single. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. The final page held no summary, only a photo of my cat in its most ridiculous expression, which had become both his desktop wallpaper and our chat background. A velvet box lay beneath it.

To help her childhood sweetheart, David Middleton, take my place studying abroad, my wife, Sharon Griffin, destroys my records and deliberately fills in false information, ensuring that I'm permanently denied a visa. She even severely injured my hands before sending me to the Behavioral Reform Center. My mother-in-law, Paula Brown, who has always treated me with affection, takes Sharon's side. "Kyle is so ungrateful. We gave him everything, and he still wanted to get a PhD abroad to find his biological parents. Who's going to take care of me if he's gone?" Sharon snorts. "He's just vain. When he found out I'd turned down Westbridge's offer of admission, he gave me the silent treatment an

The stray cat I adopted had recently started looking at my boyfriend, Logan Bennett, and his female best friend, Chloe Dawson, like they were complete idiots. Then one day, Chloe climbed into the passenger seat of Logan’s car again and shot me a provocative smile. A fierce little voice suddenly rang out in my head: “Human, that woman is calling you an idiot in her head! She’s also planning to get your man drunk tonight! Hurry up and slap her! If you do, I’ll make sure you find money on the street when you leave!” I froze and stared down at Mochi in my arms. So my cat could not only talk, but also read minds and predict the future? Fine. From today on, Mochi and I would make these two s

Dog starts jumping around happily and barking "Oh! Oh yes! Oh, yea! And next time I see those boys, ... I am gonna bark at them" " Let's speak about it inside, out of this cold." complains cat. Then the two came inside the cardboard box for a nice drink of fresh water and cold sausage. THE END

I glance at Daniel, his green eyes staring at my bare legs for a moment before he quickly turns around. "A little warning next time Kat," he says with mock seriousness. "Oh, shut it Dan, you're always sneaking peaks at Kat's legs," Audrey jokes and we both giggle. He turns around, smirking at us, then winks and walks off. "I'm going to start the coffee." "But its Saturday!"

Just then, my phone buzzed with a message from Dogman. “Hey, Kate. How’s the dog doing? Honestly, I wouldn’t bother feeding it anymore. You’ve been spoiling it with salmon and caviar, and it’s still acting up. If you’re feeling generous, how about feeding me instead?” I laughed, typing back a quick reply. “The dog’s gone. Thanks for your help.” With a tap, I sent him a $10,000 tip. “It's just a dog. If I want to spend money on it, it's my little darling. If I don't, it’s just a dog,” I silently remarked.

I was just getting ready for a nap when Lenny's message came through. "Seven thousand dollars—what a lucky number. It's the Christmas season, so of course we can't shortchange our furbabies. This is my bonus. Our cat is a little princess, and she deserves only the best." I didn't read the rest of his messages, because the moment I saw seven thousand dollars, I was so shocked that all my sleepiness vanished. I quickly typed back, "Seven thousand dollars?"