Funny Cat Stories Novels & Stories

But I guess that story was for this very moment— where we were united and happy. Mike wiped a tear from his eye. He had been laughing nonstop. "That still doesn’t beat the time she fell asleep in the middle of a meeting and actually responded to a question in her sleep." "That was just one time!" I protested, covering my face. "And I was exhausted!" Abby grinned. "You said—what was it again? Oh! 'Yes, we should definitely put the cats in charge.' And then just continued snoring." Everyone burst into laughter, and including me, because I couldn’t help it. It felt good. It felt like I could breathe again.

“What a vicious little bitch. The only reason my owner can’t lose weight is because you bound her to that stupid weight-swap system! “Every pound my owner loses goes straight onto you, and every pound you gain from stuffing your face gets dumped onto her. That’s why the more she diets, the fatter she gets! “Owner, you may be the minor side character in this story, but you’ve actually got amazing luck. You have to stay away from this trashy man and this scheming witch. Not only are they going to get you killed, after you die they’ll use your money to start a company and end up on top!” Listening to the cat’s furious rant, then seeing the gloating look on Chloe’s face, something twisted hard i

He pointed at him and said, "Adrian your saliva of about to flow out. Hurry up and wipe it. I didn't expect you to be so greedy!" "Hmph! Harry, you dare to laugh at me. It's the same for you, isn't it? Last time, I told you about lemon rice, and your saliva directly flowed to the ground, yet now you even laugh at me. You are a greedy cat!"

"Hey, I'm really sorry!" My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly asked what had happened. He was silent for a long time before saying, "I didn't keep a good eye on the cat. She escaped! But don't panic. I already have people looking for her. I'm really sorry!"

Dangerously. “Okay,” I say, squinting. “But what happens if the safety belt breaks?” “You fall,” she replies calmly. “And go out on a high. Which is still better than growing old a prude virgin with twenty cats.” “Ten,” I correct her. “It’s ten cats.” I try to sound offended, but we both lose it, dissolving into laughter. I snort — actually snort — and that earns us some more looks from people around. I swear, now we both sound high.

The old man hopped inside his house, cursing the two morons hiding in the bushes. The next brilliant idea these two had was to get a small firecracker and stick it in a neighborhood cat’s butt and light it. Of course, being the two little jackasses they were, they envisioned the cat running down the street screeching. “I’m not gonna say any more about it because I genuinely hate people that abuse animals, and I don’t want you hearing what Grandpa says when he’s really mad!” “I don’t know which is funnier,” said Paul. “The eggs on that rich guy’s Mercedes or the flaming poop.”

Cat questioned, shocked, after hearing what I had stated. What? ["What nonsense are you saying Mr.Cat? I don't have an illegitimate child! And I only have two children!"] I scolded Mr.Cat for what he said. I just heard Mr.Cat chuckle on the other end of the line ["I'm sorry Miss, so if it's not your child, Miss?"] Mr.Cat asked after chuckling. The child I was referring to is the one I almost murdered with her grandma when I stupidly accepted an assignment because I was distracted by my relationship with Dum while I was still a NYX.

“Did you hurt yourself?” I paused by the passenger door of my car and studied her. “Don’t you want to tell me?” she persisted when i hesitated. “You might want me locked up when I tell you,” I mused. “Be daring.” I laughed. “I told the cats we were getting married and expecting an addition to the family. They looked at each other, and at me. One got on either side of me and they bit both ankles at once and flounced off in a huff.”

Shameless! "Meow, meow—!" The little cute cat suddenly let out a cry of excitement, and with claws he caught something in black from the light mass. The crowd's eyes suddenly widened. "Oh, there's something in it. It was got by this animal. Wahahaha, Ding Hao, you're not fuck as good as a fucking cat." The cynical man always had such a cheap mouth and he started to hate without hesitation. What kind of trouble are you making? Haven't you felt it?

"I'm kidding" "I don't crack sex jokes with minors" "I'll be eighteen in four months. Come on!" "Then crack it after four months" "Shut up, you guys!" I seethe, shooting a glare at both of them when they are occupying my bedroom like theirs. Eric is lying cross-legged on my bed. Kylee is stealing my snacks. My British shorthair cat Zoey is roaming cluelessly around me. "I'm getting crazy over here and you two—" I grunt. Zoey hovers onto my feet, trying to climb up through my leg as I grab her and put her on the cat tower. "Be a good girl. I'm already worried"