Funny Cat Stories Novels & Stories

then declaring our four new feral cats a “no-bath brigade.” The only reason that stubborn kid finally sat still for three spoonfuls of rice was because Zane bribed him with a story about a monster truck that danced on the moon. I could not tell which was the bigger betrayal of logic: my son or that damn man who made nonsense sound sensible.

“You’re totally having a girl. Trust me, I have a sixth sense for these things.” “You thought my waiter’s cat was pregnant last month,” I reminded her. Naomi flushed. “Okay, but to be fair, it looked pregnant.” “It was a male cat.” “Fine, bad example,” she huffed, but she was smiling. I couldn’t help but smile too. For a blissful thirty minutes or possibly more, we giggled over miniature shoes and impossibly soft blankets, debating whether babies really needed hats with animal ears or if that was just a scam to sell more fabric.

I was just getting ready for a nap when Lenny's message came through. "Seven thousand dollars—what a lucky number. It's the Christmas season, so of course we can't shortchange our furbabies. This is my bonus. Our cat is a little princess, and she deserves only the best." I didn't read the rest of his messages, because the moment I saw seven thousand dollars, I was so shocked that all my sleepiness vanished. I quickly typed back, "Seven thousand dollars?"

“Don’t mock me!” ‎Danika dodged it, laughing. ‎“So what next? Wedding next week?” ‎Cat pointed at her seriously. ‎“Don’t joke. I’ve already imagined it.” ‎Danika laughed harder. “Of course you have!” ‎“Our kids are going to be so cute,” Cat continued dreamily. ‎Danika clutched her stomach. ‎“CAT—PLEASE—” ‎“I’m not even joking!” Cat insisted. “Tall, beautiful children with perfect skin—”

Leo pokes his stuffed cat and laughs when it falls over. "Is that a silly kitty, Leo?" "Papa he VERY silly kitty." Bright smiles and rubs his tummy gently, knowing constipation and stomach pains has been an issue for Leo the past couple of days even if Leo has refused to ask for help or voice his discomfort. Leo continues to play with Church, relaxing under his papa's touch. "Darling I hate to distract you from your playtime but how are your stomach?" "Umm... This many!" Leo holds up all fingers and Ash smiles.

she laughed walking around Catalina. "Its a lie,your just cooking up story cause your jealous of me"Cata yelled and she laughed hard. "You must be joking if you think am jealous of you and that am lying but if you think so why don't you ask your silly mother"she said. "Its true Cata your not my daughter"cata's said in tears and Catalina looked at her in shock

My meatballs were the frozen variety, unlike her homemade ones, but it worked. "Don Gato has a belly ache and doesn't feel good tonight." Bitsy's eyes beseeched me to do something. I knew the old Tomcat had nine lives and had probably used up eight of them, but he'd been with us since we moved into our dilapidated tin box. "He'll be fine, Bitsy. I'm sure he ate a sour mouse or something." Her eyes lit up. "Are mice sour?" Jon laughed and ruffled her hair. "You tell us. I think Jaycee put one in our dinner."

Jim chuckles, adding his own twist to the tale, "Well, speaking of rain, I remember this one time when our family camping trip turned into a muddy adventure. We ended up making the best mud pies, and Mom was not happy about it!" Jonathan, intrigued, leans in and shares, "Rain seems to be the theme tonight. You know, back in college, there was this legendary prank involving a rain machine. Let me tell you, that story still makes me laugh." Laughter echoes through the room as we dive into one amusing story after another. The living room, once a serene space, now resonates with the joyous sound of shared narratives. Each tale unfolds like a piece of a puzzle, contributing to the colorful mosaic

Reaching its top area I gently remove the cat's leg from the trap. " There you go," I said smiling and the cat jumped on the ground and ran away hurriedly. Now, I am feeling really happy after saving this poor soul. Now, I am going to get down from the tree when I slipped my leg somewhere and lost my balance. " Hayyy......Shiv.......Ji......." I screamed loudly and prepared myself to break my waist or my hands or my legs. I am going to be crippled very soon because my uncle and aunt won't treat me definitely.

I almost choked at the rhyme and couldn’t help but laugh. “What’s so funny?” my mom asked, returning from the bathroom. We both got quiet while she looked at us suspiciously. Tyler grinned and pulled out his phone. “Have you seen the videos of cats being scared of cucumbers?” “No, I haven’t,” my mom replied, looking at him curiously.