Dumb Husky And His White Cat の小説・ストーリー

Katia played with the two puppies they had found. At the vet's office, she was told that the puppy she found was a Pomeranian, about two weeks old, with white and black fur, resembling a panda bear. The kitten was an exotic cat, a Persian variant, the same age as the puppy, with ash-gray fur. Both puppies were about the size of Alyre's hands. The happiness on Katia's face was evident. ...

He's only been gone a few days, but it may as well have been an eternity. The door swings open, and in a whirlwind of fur and excitement, his two Huskies almost knock him off his feet. Their black and white coats flow together as they jump up, thudding tails and braced paws knocking into him. He drops to his knees, laughing and letting them engulf him in their own unique way. "Hey, I missed you too," he says softly, scratching behind their ears. They nuzzle into his hand, their icy blue eyes sparkling and their soft noses nudging against him. And the weight in his chest eases a little.

That little cat was entirely snow white, with amber-colored eyes; its precious breed was immediately apparent. Emma suspected it belonged to a noble. She was about to instruct someone to let the cat go when a young palace maid entered. “Oh my, Pam, I finally found you! You’ve had me searching everywhere!” She hugged the little cat, and upon seeing Emma and the others, she put on a cheerful face and said, “Duchess, this is Luna Daisy’s cat. She’s been looking for it everywhere, and it turns out it’s here with you.”

I walk past the pool house and pause, my eyes falling on the large dog kennel. I turn on my heels to head back over to Enzo's house. Nope, I wasn't going to deal with anybody's mutant dog. I've watched too many movies to know how that'll turn out. I was heading back when a small, puny bark drifted to me. I turn to the sound and only a couple paces away was the tiniest dog I've ever laid eyes on. It was a husky from what I garnered, with a black and white coat. He had the yellowest eyes that peered up at me curiously, his little tongue falling out of his mouth.

Nonetheless, I'm still an arrogant little brat when people are being bitches to me. I bent down to see what the bush was hiding and I was suddenly attacked. "Ah!" I screamed and crawled back. I blinked a couple of times and saw that it was just a cat. I calmed down and stood up. My eyebrows furrowed as I looked at the cat. It's pure black with a white half-moon shape on its head which is not something a cat should have, let me tell you that. "The heck?" I questioned before I slapped myself.

have found me so fast. She shoved the thought down. Hard. Across the yard, Jasmine and Kika were locked in a brutal spar. Jasmine—wild cat number 89—was dominating, landing elbow strikes and knee drives that had Kika (101) staggering. Serial stood at the edge of the mat, arms crossed, shouting critiques. “Too slow, 101! You fight like you’re scared of pain—newsflash, it’s coming anyway!” Jasmine swept Kika’s legs; Kika hit the mat hard. Serial barked a laugh. Then her gaze shifted. Landed on Riley. A slow, predatory smile curled her lips. “Oh look who we have here,” Serial called, loud enough to draw eyes from every corner of the yard. “The runaway wild cat. Quite surprising how out of the

on the road surface. 'What the fuck is that?' One of the men glanced over his shoulder and froze in horror, 'Oh fuck.' He hissed grabbing the other man's shoulder and turning his head to face the nightmare behind them, 'Is that a fucking Wolf?'

"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."

They rarely get close to the edge of the forest, where humans live. The dog was very obedient and followed behind the owner, but the dog's hunch forced him to turn his head to look at the bush again. The girl with the sexy body stepped out of the bush, and all around was the darkness. She doesn't have a piece of cloth on her. The white hair is up to shoulder length, but even more special is the pointed white ears. The dog went from a state of vigilance to a normal state of docility, as if it had learned something from the girl.

Duke looked worried. "it kicked, her eyes filled with tears, our pup kicked",she started to cry as Duke gathered her close. He looked happy as his hands cupped her belly. "eat honey, he urged as he eased back and picked up her foot to begin rubbing again, go ahead the pup likes the food. You eat and I rub these tired feet",she nodded as she wiped her face. I looked at the doorway to see Lucas looking in a worried look on his face. She sat back taking small bites but eating. I smiled and motioned him in but he nodded no.