Dogday X Catnap Comic Novels & Stories

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?"

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.

Ha Mino woke up at six in the morning. Even though last night the man was awake until three in the morning. Even though his eyes were closed, his mind continued to wander. Especially when remembering his meeting with Lee Umji. Ha Mino then decided to sip coffee, then brought a cup of caffeinated drink into his office. He sat in a work chair in front of him there was a Daydream script that he handed to Lee Umji yesterday. "I can't decide yet. ''

Lou had just finished chewing out Kearns about some report mix-up, so I figured it was another department update. Nope. It was a text from Carolina 🐱 Destiny Guide (accept no substitutes). I thumbed it open and froze, then snorted. It was a photo of her notebook, a doodle of what looked like a heroic, cartoon version of me wearing turnout gear and a crooked grin, standing beside an equally smug, cape-wearing Goose. Above us, she’d written, Rookie Gato and his faithful sidekick, the Chaos Cat. Below that, her message read.

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.

Math problems, with adorable, fuzzy cat faces on top of every number. When the printer spat out the results, Takuto stared in disbelief at the image in front of him. It was a disaster, but it was his disaster. The paper showed him smiling with dog ears. "Takuto Doghito’s Winter Break Homework~Woof!" was written underneath in glittery font. There were just three hours left until the deadline. Desperation gnawed at him as he turned to his craft project, which was still completely unfinished. Materials Left: Two used diapers (with the clean side facing outward, thank goodness)

“A bombshell like ye? Ye’ll have yer pick." Cat actually blushed. Fucking blushed. I didn’t know she could blush. I grinned. “Snag ye a hottie, babe. Make yer ex real jealous when we post a thirst trap of ye makin’ out with a plaid wrapped Highland God.” “Please,” she muttered, fanning herself with a magazine. “Manifesting that shit right now.” Keiran raised a brow. “They’ll be here by tomorrow mornin’. Hope yer ready.” “Oh, I was born ready,” Cat said, and then under her breath added, “I’m getting a wax tonight.” We barely made it down the steps of the sleek ass rooftop sushi bar before the vultures descended.

His body radiated a stinking odor, causing the cats to stink as well! Sonnia complained in a soft voice, "Did you see that? That homeless man comes to my café everyday and sleeps on the floor all day long after ordering a cup of coffee. No matter what I do, he won't leave." As she spoke, the unhygienic homeless man hugged the cats next to him and blissfully rubbed his face on their fur, revealing a sinister smile. He smelled their fur as if he was on drugs before lying on the ground like a dead dog. However, the cats seemed to fancy him and gathered around him.