Doja Cat Been Like This Novels & Stories

Truly jinxed. Doom — because of course that’s his name — attempts a food heist. She breaks off a piece of meat and feeds the little criminal, who accepts it with zero shame. I still can’t decide if he’s the cutest or ugliest kitten I’ve ever seen. He looks like the kind of cat that would sit on a witch’s broomstick, judging villagers. She switches on the TV. Pretty Woman. Not exactly my genre, but honestly? I’d watch static if it meant she stayed curled up next to me.

Nirvana said after drinking from the glass of water "What? Me, jealous of that crocodile voice of yours? What a joke. If anything should happen to your voice, know that you caused it. By the way, you're the one jealous of my flexy body, my ass are soft compared to those planks you call ass" Aliya fired back and it seems it was another round of argument between them "What? Pla.. Plank? Nirvana stuttered " yes, watch my soft ass" Aliya said and twerk infront of her. "if you're sure your ass aren't that strong, then shake it" Aliya said daringly

Leo choked out. The figure tilted its head. The movement was wrong—too slow, too smooth, like the head of a doll. "I've been living in your basement for three weeks," it said. The voice was the same woman's voice, but now it had a gravelly undertone, a wetness, as if something was bubbling beneath the words. "I ate your cat. He was very noisy. He kept scratching at the basement door, trying to get to me. So I ate him." Leo's legs gave way. He fell to his knees on the cold concrete. The figure took a step down. One step. Then another. The light caught its face.

The cat stood up slowly and purred. "Kitty..what happened to you? why are you looking so tired. Didn't you get any food today ? Sorry kitty. I couldn't give you milk today. But I promise you, I will make sure you get milk everyday." The cat looked at Dae and mewed angrily as if he was the cause of everything happened to it. It's stomach was giving no rest, last day and also today. But little did our Dae know anything about it.

I don’t know but it feels like we do have this awkward presence for each other and we both don’t know how to make it not an awkward one. “Why did you argue with Primo?” My head was occupied at that moment they fought over me. I still don’t know why and I want to know why they did it. “He’s just an annoying and arrogant peasant who pissed me.” Doom buries his face in the pillow. I replied, “Correction, he doesn’t look like a peasant for me. He’s a company holder and a future CEO.” “But he looks one. Tss,” Doom glared at me. I chuckled to tease him. “Okay, fine! But why were you arguing? And why did you murmur my name earlier?”

I was out on the street with my three cats. This time, I was done. One in my arms. Two on my back. I kept my head down, trying to disappear. I turned the corner—and walked straight into Dylan, my former friend, and Bella. Arm in arm. Three Caucasian Shepherds at their side. Dylan smirked. "Well, if it isn't Jaime. Still can't quit your three feline bosses, huh?" I barely heard him. I was staring at their hands. "We broke up a few hours ago. You're already with him?"

Day one: the cats refused to eat. Day two: still nothing. Day three: absolute starvation… I watched helplessly as my once-chubby cats wasted away. My face remained stoic, but inside, I was dying. A week later, Leo finally couldn't hold out any longer. He vomited sour bile right in front of me. I had no defenses left. I flung the door wide open. "Come inside." I surrendered to fate. I was born a cat slave. To keep food on the table, I threw myself into even more grueling work. Three part-time jobs a day, sixteen-hour shifts, nonstop.

It worked. The blond was back to her smiles as she kissed and stroked the cat. “Miss Julia, what does the ‘N’ stand for again?” Doxy cupped his face to plant a kiss on his head. “Mew!” The cat smacked her face and jumped away. “Oh,” Doxy pouted after the now irritated cat. She was clearly not a cat person. Julia couldn’t help but laugh at the sight. “It stands for NONE of your business, Doxy.” Julia went moving for her sleeves.

“—came back to see him on the couch doing that little crouchy pose, you know the one dogs do when they shit—” “—and he took a dump on the couch, got it,” Jedidiah says, staring up into the sky soullessly. “So? Where’s the culprit?” As if hearing his name, Cat stalks out from the bedroom, shaking himself so his fur fluffs up and he looks like an oversized marshmallow. Jedidiah’s anger dissipates. Aw. It’s not his fault. Damn, Cat has Jedidiah wrapped around his little paw. “Um, we shooed him away right as he was doing his poop, so…”

That way, it wasn’t so obvious. Cat was currently using more makeup than she had ever used, and she couldn’t seem to shake this damn flu. It had lingered for three weeks. This was part of the reason she didn’t eat. It was also helping with making her look like shit. She had never known a flu to last so long. It was unfair because she had had her flu shot this year.