Dumb Husky And His White Cat Novels & Stories

"An open door brings traffic. And it's such a nice morning." The heavy wooden door fought me. It took all my strength to drag it open. I wondered how Mrs. Elkins had managed alone all these years. I finally found the right angle and jammed the doorstop in. Sweat beaded on my armpits. I took a moment to breathe. The pine-fresh air felt cold in my lungs. The sun warmed my face. A soft whine caught my attention. I looked down. A silver husky sat just outside the door. Its tail thumped gently against the sidewalk. Its eyes were a pale blue, almost white. They seemed to stare right through me. It was like they could see every secret I'd ever kept.

And that was his name. He was a perfect mutt, not too big, with gray, white and black rather long hair that peaked and looked windblown. He had button eyes. He was alert, friendly and spotted Minny immediately but he didn't do anything. He was used to cats? Minny watched from the top the television, and he kept an interested, friend eyes on her. Luke's mother almost immediately exclaimed, "The pictures! Marvelous!" She had a hard time being distracted from them. But she did look around and add:

She waved down at the two wolves who were stunned at what they'd just seen. They looked at each other and knew what the other was thinking. No human could climb a tree that fast. Maybe it was the panther genes? They'd worry about that later. Now they needed to run. It'd been too long since their wolves had a chance to stretch their legs. The two took off at a fast pace. Katy strained to see Rhys but his black coat was impossible to see in the dark. So she kept her eyes on Alistair's white fur, knowing Rhys wouldn't leave his side. He was worried about his friend and wouldn't let him off by himself.

Eventually, I got used to the grind. Right when I started feeling proud of myself, Missy got pregnant. She gave birth to a snow-white little fluffball. Yeah. A full-on chaos gremlin had entered the world. *** I'd never seen a cat that white. Though named him snowy. Snow would look dirty next to him. Snowy opened his eyes on day one. Walked on day two. Day three? He opened the door himself, ripped open the milk delivery box, and drained every carton in the building.

Why was he unwilling to let me pet him, too? "Sorry, I'm just used to it." He tried to relax his ears slowly, tilting his head slightly downward. "You can touch them now." "If you still want to," he added. I didn't hold back. I rolled over and straddled his waist, my hands bracing against his chest as I ruffled his ears freely. Clayton had such soft, warm ears, his fur a silvery white. Clayton's breathing grew heavier, his body burning up with each second. He tilted his head slightly back, his narrowed eyes reddening at the corners as he stared intently at me.

Mumbling, he is being caressed by her, and here comes the food he hates most. "No more pet food!" What will an Alpha do when he has to stay in his wolf form and is mistaken for a husky? "Come on, you little Cutie, I'm sorry." "Don't call me Cutie." A man suddenly appeared and said so.

"I know buddy. I missed you too." Who wouldn't want a big furry cat as a friend? I had found him as a cub in the forest of doom, abandoned and alone. His pride must have left him because he was different. He was all-white. A rare kind. I took him in and he became my best friend. Looking around the place, it feels awfully quiet and I can't help but wonder where Tatiana is. Beast begins to pull at my pants with his sharp teeth as if to lead me to the bedroom and I furrow my brows as I follow his lead. Only for my stomach to turn when I find Tatiana looking like she's about to meet our maker.

The cedars are very interesting this morning, apparently. Our white cat, Anya, who Kir picked out at the shelter in February because she "looked like she was very discerning” is on the windowsill behind me watching this entire transaction with the dispassion of someone who decided long ago the dog is beneath her notice. I take a sip of the coffee. Still too hot. I burn my tongue. I swear, quietly, at the cedars, the dog, the sock, and the cat, in that order. "You are losing this fight, lyubov."

I quickly typed back, "Seven thousand dollars?" "Yeah," Lenny replied immediately. "Our cat is a little princess. Just imagine how jealous the other cats would be if they rode back in a Maybach." I stared at this message, still reeling in disbelief. Even I, the owner, had never ridden in a Maybach. Yet, Lenny expected me to spend seven thousand dollars so my cat could ride in one? Seeing that I didn't reply, Lenny immediately sent a voice message. "Why aren't you replying? I'm doing you a favor here."

I cried desperately. But he was no longer responding. The transformation became violent. Unnatural. The walls cracked wider as power burst wildly through the room. Silver light wrapped around his body completely while bones snapped loudly beneath his skin. Then finally— Silence. My breathing stopped completely. Standing before me was a wolf. Huge. Massive enough that no one would ever believe it belonged to a ten year old child. Its silver-black fur glowed faintly beneath the blood moon pouring through the shattered windows. The creature towered over everything in the room.