Funny Cats Stories Novels & Stories

the cat said, brushing my leg with its tail. "You don't need to be scared, just relax, you are safe here." It said, still brushing my leg with its tail. I heard Tina laughing at my expression and I frowned, "Do you think this is funny?" I asked her angrily, showing my displeasure and she chuckled, making me more angry. She just has a way of getting me angry. I exhaled heavily to calm myself as I tried to relax a bit. "My name is Fiona," The cat introduced herself, gazing at me with her greenish eyes.

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!"

I didn’t even remember what dumb joke she’d been making when she saved herself in my contacts like that, but it still made me grin like an idiot every time it popped up. Her first message was a wall of text. Carolina 🐱 Destiny Guide (accept no substitutes): Sabia que gatos são mágicos? I read somewhere that cats can walk between worlds. Maybe Goose is secretly a rookie gato guiding you through your firefighter jungle. Don’t roll your eyes. I can feel you rolling them. 🙄 I snorted, shaking my head. Goose cracked one eye open as if even he knew she was talking about him. Another buzz. Then another.

I didn't sleep well. My dreams were a confused mess of legal contracts, masked men, and Adrian Black’s eyes staring at me through a screen. Thump. Thump. Something heavy landed on my stomach. Then, something sharp pricked my leg. "Tom! Jerry! Get off Mommy!" a small voice giggled. I cracked one eye open. My two rescue cats, Tom, a fat orange tabby, and Jerry, a scrawny black cat, were using me as a trampoline. And right in the middle of the feline wrestling match was Milo.

"She forgot her tea too. Every single time." I tightened my hands around his. "Tell me something she did," I said. "Something small. Something funny." He was quiet for a moment. Then he told me about the time Giulia had decided at age nine that Biscuit, who had been her cat before he was mine by some logic of the universe I didn't need to understand, had learned to open doors and had spent two weeks convincing everyone in the house this was true before Nico discovered she had been opening the doors herself and blaming the cat.

Someone in the group quickly replied to the message. [That isn’t a cat. It’s a ferocious beast that looks like a cat! It’s untamable and highly dangerous.] Someone asked how such a beast ended up in the neighborhood. Another user, posting under a fake account, revealed it was adopted by a tenant who planned to use it to make money by making vlogs. But during the first video shoot, it bit a child and escalated the situation in the neighborhood committee. Luckily, the roommate she tried to pin it on had evidence to clear her name. Otherwise, she would be in big trouble.

I asked in a babyish voice. "Remember; curiosity killed the cat," she said and laughed at my inquisitiveness. "But I'm not a cat," I joked, rolling my eyes even though she couldn't see me, I was sure she was already imagining me doing just that. "Whatever... I gotta call the girls too, bye," she said and ended the call immediately. I smiled at that and kept wondering what the good news was. I hoped it was what I was thinking. I totally forgot about the story I was about to read and called Raj to inform him about my meeting with my friends. I left afterwards.

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.

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.”

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.”