Funniest Cat Books Novels & Stories

He had cookbooks? A laugh almost escaped my lips. This was not what I expected from him. Snap! My hand knocked off a book nestled between two thick leather+bound books and I bent to the floor, picking it up. But, something about it caught my attention. Probably the book title font, or the fact that the cover was hella attractive. I couldn't quite place. I stared at the book written in Bold black and white font with the title: A New Pet for the Mafia King By Author Liy Lah.

She peered at me through her round glasses for a moment, then smiled again. “Enjoy.” I was then left alone. I simply shook my head. I dug into the contents of the box. It held a number of books, newspapers and photographs. My eyes caught a small leather bound booklet, with the outline of a curved cat pressed onto it’s cover. I pulled it out– ‘A Feline’s Capabilities…The Cat as The Obsidian Circle’s Symbol” it read.

"But, after I am executed, I promise I'll choose to come back as a ghost so I can still make your life hell, Ning Ren. I always have plans even if I am no longer alive to do them. I can possess someone else to make sure that I bring hell to whom I would like to bring justice to." Hearing her huff of speech made the prince laugh softly, "There you are my furious cat. I will look forward to being haunted. But, not by you. My dear, have you forgotten that cats have nine-lives." The prince tapped her shoulders, "Get up quickly, the ground here is cold. You're already not eating well, if you get sick it will not be easy to get well again in a place like this. You condition is already one

I crawled on the floor, hissed, clawed at the air, then let out a sound that was supposed to be a meow but came out like a dying trumpet. Annette laughed so hard she threw a pillow at me. “You’re the worst cat I’ve ever seen!” “Excuse me,” I shot back, hands on hips. “I was going for fierce.” “Yeah, more like hairball,” Claire quipped. We were all doubled over, my pride wounded but my ego secretly thriving on making them laugh that hard. **************************** Then came karaoke. And let me tell you, if embarrassment had a sound, it was me grabbing that mic.

"Enough. He's the captain. Just let it go and head home—I'll see you after I check in." He patted her arm, but Mandy wasn't about to let go. "Why don't you come over? I made cream soup to thank you for saving Momo." Momo, her fluffy Ragdoll cat. Wade hesitated, then nodded and tried calling me. But my phone was dead. Completely out. Annoyance flickered across his face. "Fine, playing games again. If you're not going to answer, then don't ever pick up," he muttered.

Luna, my ever-curious cat, sat amidst a pile of scattered books, her green eyes wide with mischief. “Looks like someone’s been studying a little too hard,” I said, scooping her up. Luna purred contentedly, nuzzling against my cheek. As I straightened the books, a strange sense of peace settled over me. The nightmare still lingered, a dark stain on the edges of my mind. But Adrian’s presence, his unwavering support, had offered a lifeline.

I yelled with fake anger, "It almost turned into a real crime, and you’re dreaming! And my pants with the pink and orange cats… yes, those too! They were my favorite. I want to cry." My voice cracked, like losing my cotton cat pants was the final blow to my patience. Isla couldn’t hold it in. She exploded with laughter, falling back onto the couch, holding her stomach. "Oh my God! Your cat pants!! Did you say the cats were lined up like a flock of ducks?!" I smacked her shoulder hard. "Stop it! I’m being serious!" She wiped tears of laughter. "So am I! If I were you, I’d cry over the pants alone. Bags can be replaced, but pink cats are priceless!"

Instinctively, she took a step back. A white Persian cat, one eye blue, the other yellow, looked at her with great satisfaction. Felicia's snow-white hands held the little cat, and she smiled, "Why are you scared, third younger sister? This is the long-haired cat that Eldest Brother sent to me. Look, it's so cute!" Emma recognized this cat from her previous life; it was Felicia's beloved pet, a proud and stubborn creature that once scratched Phil's tiny hands, making them bleed.

“Quiet doesn’t mean unbothered. Just good at hiding it.” We fell into silence. The only sound was distant thunder rumbling above ground. I wondered how long we’d be down here. Minutes stretched. My mind wandered to how close he was. How alone we were. “Tell me something,” I said finally. “Why’d you become a librarian? You don’t seem like the type who likes being stuck behind a desk all day.” Mr. Kane exhaled softly. “Books don’t talk back. They don’t expect small talk. I like the order. And the stories. What about you? History major with a focus on obscure trade? That’s not common.”

The pages are a yellowish-brown color with perfect handwriting. “So in the books are not these particular wolves, but there are others. All animals but with an upgrade.” He turns the page of one book and there is something that looks like a cat or a tiger but bigger. There’s something scribbled next to the paws I pick up the book to get a closer look. ‘Silver claws’ it says. “This cat has silver claws?” I ask and Kristy takes the book from my hands wanting to take a look herself. “Yes but that’s not all. May I?” the doctor says holding out his hand to Kristy and she hands the book back to him. He flickers through the pages and stops tapping on the book before turning it to us. We see a drawi