Ghostbuster Cat Novels & Stories

Something Gato, his amazing grey African wild pet cat clearly have no respect for, as she casually jumps on the bed and curls herself up all over the picture of the giant lion face and closes her eyes to sleep. Sergio brushes his teeth and joins her on the bed.

Looking at the black cat, Zephyr Khan's heart couldn't help but move slightly and he secretly cried out, "Oh no." Sure enough, at this time, something on Zephyr Khan’s body also let out an unpleasant cry. "Meow..." A white jade-like, palm-sized little guy quickly flew out of the storage ring of Zephyr Khan and then lay on the shoulder of Zephyr Khan like this. It was Meat Bun. "Damn it... Compared with that black-skinned guy, it is a real monster!"

When Gorshe nodded, that’s when I returned to the shadows to head and eliminate where the miasma was spreading. *** If I were the only one doing the cleaning up, it would have taken me at least half a day to clear the area. However, with Gorshe assisting me, the time I needed to clear the miasma took four hours. Since Gorshe was a lot more helpful than I imagined. With his large body that could cover itself with black flames, he was like a walking air purifier. When I returned to our meeting spot, it was already dark. Gorshe is back to being a black cat and was patiently waiting for me to return. It’s weird, but oddly satisfying to see the town, which was once covered in black miasma, return

I stumbled back, my hands clutching his arm again “What is that!?” I gasps, narrowing my eyes at the hideous monster in front of me. It was skinny and shaved, with soar around its collar. I could see the anatomy of its rib cage. It had only one eye and where the other should have been was a hole. He was also missing its ear on the same side. Repulsed by it's ghastly appearance, I wrinkled my nose at the sight of the dirty white cat that had just come out of the dumpster.

She looks like a butterfly flying from one flower to another. "WHAT THE HECK?!!!!!!! Did I just encounter a phantom?!" Yet as if the situation can't get any worse, he saw a little black cat running after him. He did not dare blink his eyes anymore, because he saw how the little black cat was transforming into a huge black panther. "This won't do!" He reaches out for something inside his vest and right after that, he pointed out an ordinary-looking piece of a stick towards Nero. "STAMATISTE EKEI"

Horan explained as he pointed to the opposite side of the stream, where the garden or the forest was. "Alright, understood." Jennet nodded her head as she held her husband's arm when they crossed the bridge. But, mid-way, they still stopped to admire the beautiful wisteria above their heads. The wisteria housed another colony of beings that looked like squirrels but had long ears like rabbits, poofy furs that made them look chubby and crystal-clear wings that looked like the cicada’s wings. Their eyes were big and gleamy in caramel colour, and they squeaked when they were spooked. Oh, they were as huge as a bee and they had cute bobtails.

Her instincts, honed by years of meticulous observation and scientific inquiry, whispered warnings that she couldn't ignore. When the others rushed into the test lab after hearing the sound, Sashi's eyes fell upon the lifeless form of the tabby cat. Her breath caught in her throat, a mixture of horror and disbelief flooding her senses. The cat's body, once vibrant and full of life, now lay still, its fur tinged with an unnatural shade of blue.

“I know. I will speak to your momma and dads. Lucky is a good man. We need to leave. Erm, what is that thing?” I ask when she shifts in my arms and looks at the big cat. “That is a Patger. She is really sweet.” She says, well I wouldn’t use the word sweet after she has just killed someone and maimed others. But whatever. She kisses my jaw and I look down at her. I lift her higher and move in to kiss her. She pulls away, covering her mouth with her hand.

The fog in Blackwood Glen had a habit of swallowing sounds, turning the evening into a claustrophobic dampness that clung to my jacket. I had been hiking the lower trails when I found it: a sleek, charcoal-colored cat with eyes like burning sulfur. It wasn’t meowing; it was simply sitting on a moss-covered stump, watching me with an intelligence that felt uncomfortably human. Around its neck was a delicate silver collar with a nameplate: Midnight. Below the name was an address just a mile down the trail.

He stretched his hand for a handshake, and I took it. He has a firm grip, but his hands are cold, so fucking cold, just like Echo’s touch. “I am sorry to ask but are you a…” “Ghost? Absolutely.” He answered before I could even complete my questions, that explains why they can both see each other but does this mean that I can see all ghosts because I initially thought that I could only see Echo. “We met yesterday when she was sad and alone and we have been friends since then.” I feel terrible that I put her in that position, but I am glad she’s okay and she’s back. Adrian though, he is different. He is actually cooking, touching and holding things, how is that even possible.