Funny Cats Stories Novels & Stories

“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—”

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?"

“And I just… write things sometimes… stupid stories…” “Stupid stories?” She nodded. “Silly things.” I tipped my head. “That’s what they are, are they? Silly things?” Another nod, and I raised an eyebrow. “Well, that really is a shame considering I’ve just abandoned my family Christmas to drive back across the country on the back of these silly stories.” She couldn’t gulp a breath quick enough. “I made the cat up,” I continued. “A silly story of my own under the circumstances, so I think that puts us on a par with the falsities, don’t you?”

He's going to tell everyone that this cat belongs to him! [Hahaha!]

That way, it would be easier when it was time to give her up. The small feline glared back at me and climbed onto my lap more determinedly, giving a loud, demanding meow. I bared my teeth at the angry-looking cat. “I’m not gonna pet you. For all I know, you could be a fellow criminal like your owner. Hell, you could be the mastermind.” When a low snicker reached my ears, I looked up to find Mom trying to hold in a laugh. “What?” I demanded. “It could be true.”

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.

She kept jumping from one story to another with the effortless energy only a child could muster. I felt something shift inside me, a warmth I hadn't experienced in years. This cute little girl, with her innocent charm, warm and carefree attitude, was slowly but surely melting the ice around my heart. "And then, Tommy climbed all the way to the top of the bookshelf! Can you believe it? Mummy was so worried, but I told her cats always land on their feet. Do you have a cat, Sir?" I found myself chuckling, a sound so foreign to my own ears that it almost startled me. "No, I'm afraid I don't have a cat. But it sounds as if Tommy is quite the adventurer."

His eyes were bristling with anger while he said this because he couldn’t tolerate Caroline’s rude behavior. “You have time to decide till tomorrow! And if your answer is NO then you can tell me RIGHT NOW!” “I never said my answer is NO. I’ll think and tell by tomorrow.” Caroline rushed out of the office with attitude as she yelled at my dad. ***** “What a dumb human! Money cant buy happiness??? Money can buy anything! And if you have money then why do you need happiness anyways. These emotions/feelings are such a waste of time!” Caroline mumbled in anger in her office.

said Wenny who started teasing. "Ummm, maybe! Then now there are two hungry cats!” the answer teased back with saw Wenny. "Me? Emm__ is the one cat with three colour and the other one is an orange cat, which is hungry because its mother is gone! Hahahaha” Wenny said with laughing. "No! I am a noble Persian cat, you filthy scum cat! Yes, right!" said Ilona. "Ups! No way! I'm a Persian cat, you're an Egyptian cat without fur! Not cute!” protested Wenny.

Its instinct screamed danger, but it was too late. The poison, concealed within the milk by a malevolent hand, worked swiftly. The cat's movements slowed, its vibrant fur dulled, and its breaths grew shallow. With a final gasp, it collapsed, a tragic victim of human folly and cruelty. Silence descended upon the lab once more, broken only by the distant chirping of birds outside. The cat, a mere innocent seeking sustenance, had met its untimely end—a casualty in a world where even the simplest of desires could lead to tragedy.