Dogday X Catnap Comic Novels & Stories

“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.

Cassian growled against my mouth, his breathing turning ragged as he picked up his pace, driving into my depths with unfiltered power. "YOU!" I shouted at the top of my lungs, completely surrendering my body, my mind, and my future to his control. "I BELONG TO YOU! I was born to be your dog!" Without slowing his relentless rhythm, Cassian buried his face into the crook of my neck. He opened his mouth and bit down sharply on the sensitive skin right above my collarbone. He sank his teeth deep into my flesh on the left side, making me cry out in a mix of sharp pain and blinding arousal, before shifting to the right side and biting down just as hard. He held the bite until he felt the skin brui

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.

Agent reset some of the gold energy wires so Doll's arms were raised a bit higher and his body was exposed even more. "Oh, I suppose there is no harm in telling you.” Agent sounded like he wanted to brag about his creation. “It's a highly addictive form of catnip. I find a lot of toms when they get excited, they like to pierce flesh. They are such animals. But when they get a hint of the catnip in your blood, they get more crazed. The need to have you becomes undeniable. The drawback for you is you'll want more of it, the catnip and the felines’ primitive violence."

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?"

It was the silliest picture of my cat. The pinned contact name at the top read, "Darling".

Lola rushed to sever any connections we had before Timothy could finish his sentence. She added, "I've had Mishu and Tony for ten years, too! But that doesn't mean anything!" Mishu was the cat I gave her when she turned 18, while Tony was the dog she adopted because she was worried Mishu would be lonely. Lola was so desperate to explain that her voice trembled on the edge of tears. I, on the other hand, felt my heart grow colder with every word she said. Her other friends were throwing insults at me, calling me shameless, saying I was taking advantage of the Smith family.

I cover my face with a pillow as my door opens slightly, the footstep grows closer and I groan angrily. "Go away, I want to be alone." I whimper into the pillow softly. "Are you crying?" Jake asks with a tone of concern as he walks closer. "No, I'm laughing out water." Sarcasm isn't my strongest defence right now, but his question seems to awaken a quick comeback. I hear him chuckles and I feel him take a seat on the bed and his hand touches my shoulder. "Bad day huh?" "Yes." I nod and begin to sit up with the pillow between my arms.