Funny Cats Stories Novels & Stories

Vincent laughed, which annoyed his friend even more. “Do you think it’s funny?” Wiping his wet eyes, Vincent answered, “Yeah.” “HA HA HA,” Jackson gave him an excessive laugh before he pointed to the cat, that aws biting and scratching the sofa. “That’s funny?” Vincent was ignorant and said, “Why? She’s cute.” “Cute my ass! I bought my shoes for $500! And the CUTE LITTLE FELLA, pooped in my shoes!” “That’s not expensive. My shoes are $2000.”

He might be a two-foot-tall animal, but he is more dangerous than a lion. "It seemed to me like your pet could talk," he said, and let out a small chuckle, which annoyed me. He shifted back from me, then squatted down beside Reed, who was now sitting on the dirt, and patted his head while the idiot cat whined back in return. "I have heard tales of talking animals, but I never thought I could meet one anytime soon." Caleb smiles again, and that only irritates me.

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."

"We're hoping you'll find it funny and entertaining. Nerius squawked in encouragement, causing me to smile. “Um, what did the Griffon say when he walked into the bar?” I asked. “What?” Szan asked. “Ouch.” Only the Fiery Lynxes found that funny. Yeah this was going to be pretty rough. One after another we went up and told our funniest jokes and yet there was nothing. Not a chitter, a chuckle or even a snort from the Griffons. We were becoming hopeless.

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

“Mr. what!?” At that moment, the chipmunk went close to the bunny and said, “ME-OW.” The two started laughing afterwards at the cat joke. The pussycat turned and gave the two a menacing smile that did not go unnoticed from the two. The bunny and the chipmunk gasped in horror as they saw the look on the cat’s face. “It was him.” The bunny immediately pointed at the chipmunk. “It was all him. I have nothing to do with that joke.”

she started, there was three animals that were friends one was a rabbit and the other two were tiger and an elephant, they were so close and tight that the rabbit soon forgot that he was just a rabbit that should stay away and enjoy his carrot.one day the animals went out for hunting and the stupid rabbit followed them to the hunting ground, they got there and the hunting began, guess what's they went to hunt, they went to hunt the lioness, who was more dangerous than them, the stupid rabbit thought he was also a whiled animal and when they were hunting, and could not locate the lion, they spread apart celebrating from each others, and soon the rabbit located the lion and attacked without f

(SMALL THEATER) Cat: I'm hungry, Fish: Then find food, Cat: But I already have one. Fish: Huh? The fish looks at her with a clueless face and buffered eyes, still unknown to the cat's words.The cat smirks and leans over to his face. Cat: I said. I already have a meal, The fish still could not understand but when the cat held his tail and hovered over him that's the time when he understood everything. The meal she means is me? He looked straight at the cat gulping down his nervousness and ready his lungs to shout for help.

“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.