Funny Cats Stories Novels & Stories

Liam suggested. “Hey, what happened to your face? It looks like you got hurt,” Liam added. Keanu touched the scratch on his cheek from his mother’s slap. “Oh, this... I have a mischievous cat at home,” he lied. Liam laughed. “So, you’re an animal lover, huh? It would help to get your cat checked regularly to ensure it’s healthy. Sometimes... a cat attacks not because it dislikes its owner, but because it’s feeling stressed....”

“Besides the point— he said he would but never did and when I asked him what happened, this male had the audacity to tell me that his cat got the flu and he had to take care of it.” My grin had progressively widened with the absurd story but at that bit, I burst out laughing. “His cat?!” Chase groaned and Genny shot him another glare. “Yes, his cat. The Alpha who has never had a pet could not think of a better lie to tell me than having to care for a sick non-existent cat.” I tried to stifle my giggles with my hand. “Do cats even get flu?” “Let's forget about my past mistakes, shall we?” Chase said and we all laughed.

I said calmly. His lips finally broke out in a grin. “Of course, Sira. I’m going to tell you a story, and you will forget all about your pain in no time.” I cocked my head to the side, in a bit to humour him. He took the bait like I knew he would, and launched into a story about two wolves. I was only half listening to it, but still the sound of Cancil’s voice slowly put me at ease. I smiled when he did, and even tried to laugh, though it sounded weird even to my ears. I figured that if I actually laughed, I would simply burst into tears. So, I stuck the fake smiles and tried my best to look invested in what he was saying.

He grinned, wiggling his fingers mysteriously. “It’s called ‘Story Fingers.’ You take turns telling a story, but here’s the catch—you can only speak one sentence at a time, and you have to include a finger count with each sentence. For example, I start with ‘One fox ran across the river,’ and then you continue with two of something happening, and so on. It gets tricky, and hilarious, especially after a few rounds.” Jaiyana laughed, already intrigued. “Sounds… complicated. But fun. Okay, I’m in.”

My usual energy was completely drained. Lillian, mistaking my fatigue for sadness, tried to cheer me up in the elevator. "Want to hear a joke? A wolf was heartbroken after a breakup. While hunting for food, he passed a wooden cabin and heard a father scolding his crying son, 'If you don't stop crying, I'll throw you outside to feed the wolf!' The wolf waited all night, but nobody came out. At dawn, the dejected wolf muttered, 'Men are such liars!'" I stared at her flatly. "That's not funny at all."

"Don't listen to these voices they are nothing" She turned to her husband father cat and said "These humans are so shameless, they even don't know how to control their voices. Hump!" With that the trio left from their

Though I’m pretty sure it was just simply a generous gesture, that smile, I mean. “Are you serious? Those kinds of cases actually happen in real life?” I overheard the students from the other table talking. “God, they must be seriously sick in the head to do something cruel like that,” another voice says in an exasperated voice. What are they talking about? I’m not eavesdropping, they’re just talking pretty loud, and it’s just us here inside. Me and the four of them. “I know right? Who knows what kind of things they’d do after they get bored with the cats?”

So pure that even snow seemed dull in comparison. By the first day, Snowy opened his eyes. On day two, he started walking. And on day three, he could open doors, shred the milk box with his razor-sharp teeth, and drink all the fresh milk in the building. Leo and Luna were satisfied with raw food. Not Snowy. He only ate live prey. He drove the neighborhood's escaped hamsters to extinction, snapped up fish straight from hooks, and even hunted a neighbor's pet rabbit. My role as "cat mama" escalated—I was now the posthumous disaster manager: cleaning up after carnage, apologizing to neighbors, begging forgiveness, and still having to earn money.

The cat leisurely jumped down from the fridge, actually snatched a potato off the floor, and sauntered calmly out the open back door. Silence. Then Kai said, in all seriousness: “That was the most self-confident cat I’ve ever seen.” Noah slowly closed his eyes. “I was manipulated by vegetables and a baseball bat at three in the morning.” Jonas nodded understandingly. “It happens to the best of us.” Someone started laughing again. Then everyone did. Amidst the potatoes, the exhaustion, and the sheer absurdity. And while the fat potato cat strolled through the night somewhere outside, I suddenly thought:

have found me so fast. She shoved the thought down. Hard. Across the yard, Jasmine and Kika were locked in a brutal spar. Jasmine—wild cat number 89—was dominating, landing elbow strikes and knee drives that had Kika (101) staggering. Serial stood at the edge of the mat, arms crossed, shouting critiques. “Too slow, 101! You fight like you’re scared of pain—newsflash, it’s coming anyway!” Jasmine swept Kika’s legs; Kika hit the mat hard. Serial barked a laugh. Then her gaze shifted. Landed on Riley. A slow, predatory smile curled her lips. “Oh look who we have here,” Serial called, loud enough to draw eyes from every corner of the yard. “The runaway wild cat. Quite surprising how out of the