Flossing Your Cat Novels & Stories

I furrowed my brows, clicked my tongue lightly, and said on purpose, "Oh my, this cat seems to be in heat. Shouldn't we find a tom to mate her with?" One of the younger maids piped up eagerly, "I used to keep a female cat at home, my lady. I've heard that when a female cat is in heat, you can poke her backside with a stick to give her some temporary relief."

I moved some of his matted hair from his forehead. Mate is so handsome. Nera purred. WTF? Are you a cat? No, I am not a feline. She said with distain. Seriously, your purring makes me think that you’re a cat. I snorted. I am NOT a feline and it’s not a purr, it may sound like one but it’s not. She corrected. Okay, so what is it? I asked. It’s hard to explain, I guess you could call it a chuff. Okay, whatever it still sounds like a purr to me. I rolled my eyes.

Seeing the fluffy black cat slinking between the man’s feet, my eyes widened as I knelt down to stroke its fur. I had an odd connection with all kinds of animals and nature yet something was different with this feline. Its yellow eyes held an intelligence, but I ignored my intuition and continued to pet the small beast as I announced that I loved cats. The man started muttering distasteful things about the cat shedding, and I shook my head, seeing that it just needed some minor grooming care. “Come along, kitty, I will brush him out for you, Sir,” I announced as I dug in my purse for my fine-toothed comb.

“Why is it purring like that? And it’s licking me too. Oh no, it’s going to bite me! Get off me, please.” “I think….it likes you.” He observed, rubbing his jaw softly. “What? Likes me?” “Yeah. Cats never purr unless they love something, or someone.” “Well, I don’t think it’s the case. Look, a cat has bitten me once, and I had to get a stupid rabies shot and use stupid medication too. I never want to relive that, so please, even if you have to distract it, please get it off of me.”

Her pet, Zowie purred contentedly, as she couldn’t get enough of the meals at her disposal. Catherine patted her head with a smile playing across her lips. "Did you also enjoy the food, Zowie?" she asked her furry friend. Zowie meowed in response and nuzzled her head against Catherine's hand. "I know, I love it too," Catherine said, scratching her behind the ears.

Its voice of frustration made her realize that it had already stood next to her on the river bank. Blinking her eyes repeatedly, she had a feeling that the cat was saying something to her. She frowned, extending her hand to the cat, offering a piece of strawberry loaf. The cat’s voice went higher. She rolled her eyes. “You know we’re not speaking each other language, right?” As if understood of what she had just said, the cat went quiet. That astonished her. She got more surprise when the cat stroked its head around her hanging hand, she didn’t jolt back.

They were whispering, and some even glared at me, I called it a fit of jealousy, and the more you took offended by my deed, the naughtier I’ll become. Smiling, I reach into his face and planted a kiss, He chuckles and his eyes were cloudy by desire. “Kitty Cat, what are you doing?” “I was giving my mate a kind and lovely gesture, that was all,” I said to him with a wink while I lick my lips. “You look so ravishing tonight.”

’ I tell him off with a friendly tone and watch with stupid pride as he settles down his aggressive verbal’s instantly; glares watchfully. The cat slowly edges out, not yet ready to trust, and I move back to give him the space he requires to make a dash for the bowl like a starved animal, even though he’s started gaining weight. I wouldn’t go as far as saying he is thriving yet, but he’s noticeably better. His coat is less lacklustre and the flea tablet Jackson crushed into his food on Monday seems to have taken care of the little infestation he had going on. He isn’t scratching and the bald patches and bloody scratches look like they are starting to heal already.

I started thrusting in and out of my kitten's wet pussy as she moaned. My hands on her waist, pulling her back and forth to my dick, slide up and locate both breasts with hard nipples. I cupped them in my hands and used them to bring my kitten's body closer to me while pounding her pussy from behind. She moaned in a crying voice, and I had to ask if I was thrusting in too hard. "Am I too hard, my kitten?" I asked, panting and still thrusting inside her warm body. "No...I..love..this," she managed to respond in between her moans.

I chuckled silently as I headed back to my apartment room while Pickle was scratching my arms playfully. “I haven’t bought a litter box for you, naughty cat.” I said, putting her down on the couch as I plopped down beside her. Pickle immediately hopped onto my lap. I then started fondling on her shiny fur. It tickles my palm. And for some reason, I just wanna tear up as I lovingly gazes at the little cat snuggling closer to me.