Ghostbuster Cat Novels & Stories

They gave Frost wary looks, and an awkward silence filled the air once more. Heartbeats seemed to pass before the she-cat finally returned. Behind her was a large cat with brown fur and dark ginger paws. Frost swallowed back the fear that was rising in her throat. These cats were related to her kits' father. There was nothing to be afraid of as long as she appeared strong in front of them.

“Come, daughter. Let’s do what needs to be done to get the old man off the horse and doing what he came here to do. I don’t know about you, but I can’t leave this place fast enough.” Melody hugged her chest as she allowed her father to lead her into the mess house. “I admit, I’ll be glad to see the last of this place.” When they were inside the main room and the door was shut behind them, she turned to her father and asked, “Do you think these ghosts, or whatever they are, are affecting the sheep?” Adam cocked his head in thought. “In what way, daughter?” “Their meat. Do you think they are altering the meat in some way? I’m just trying to understand what it is that’s made Ian change so.”

His mother once told him that his father was a lycan, but he didn’t get the lycan gene either. Lestat drove over to his mother’s apartment and used his key to see himself in. The smell of death alerted him that something was wrong. “Mom?” Lestat proceeded with caution. He was relieved to find that the smell of death was his mother’s dead cat. After inspecting the whole house and not finding his mother he grabbed a black bag and another bag that he wrapped around his hand first to pick up the dead cat and bag it. He dropped the dead cat in the garbage outside and returned to the apartment to spray some cleaning chemicals on the spot where the cat met its maker.

She was still breathing. “Thank goodness, she's still alive,” the ghost grimaced and let out a deep sigh. “Bro, what are you doing? Who cares if she's dead?” Tiger fumed at the ghost. He was yet to understand the sudden affection from the ghost. “Stay out of this, mate. You're losing your mind,” the ghost yelled at Tiger and pushed him on the chest. After scanning the room, Ghost found a bucket filled with water. Without hesitation, he took the bucket and emptied it on Ciara's body.

ASHTON I find myself staring fixedly at the closed front door, desperately hoping to see Lennox walking in. "No strays," Willow informs Kaleb, her words slightly slurred. "But I did adopt another cat yesterday. His name is Licorice. He's a four-year-old gray long-haired cat with blue eyes."

Elena curls herself on the desk, scurrying away from Ghost’s sniffing, her face drained of blood. “You didn’t tell me you have an overgrown cat in your house!” “Don’t run,” I advise, “It’ll only make him curious.” “You should have left me at the auction. It’s better to bed a fat guy rather than end up in a tiger’s stomach for dinner.” She moves around the desk, dropping things on it. My OCD kicks in, seeing the mess. Troublesome woman. Ghost jumps and puts his paws on the desk, just inches from her, his nose twitching as he sniffs her. Then, without warning, he nudges her ankle with his massive head.

The dishes that waited for me on the table were BBQ ribs, chili con carne, sauteed broccoli, and zucchini soup. I shamelessly polished everything off again. After freeloading like this for three days straight, I started to feel a little guilty. This ghost not only had a good temper, but she also clearly knew how to run a household. I dug a pink sticky note out of a drawer and, using a thick black pen, wrote, "Hi. What should I call you? I feel bad just eating your cooking all the time." When I finished, I placed the note neatly in the center of the table.

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”

As he was gradually adapted to the light, Samuel was even more stunned. It was a huge cat curled up there, its body like a mountain. It was completely black, and as it breathed in and out, it caused the enormous cave to feel cold and hot. "This... this... this is too fucking big, isn't it?" Samuel was stunned. "That's the corpse guarding spirit cat!" Inside the giant tripod, the ginseng baby said with lingering fear. Obviously, this guy was pretending to be calm. "Don't wake it up, or we'll all die," continued the ginseng baby.

He smiles rubbing her belly. "You two are insane," Leelie scoffs when he walks off. The cat states declares her allegiance to Ghost and follows her around. "She's so fluffy," I smile, opening up the tower box. "What are you going to name her?" "Cat," I shrug. Ghost growls at me not liking it. "Fish?" Leelie asks. Ghost growls again letting the cat paw at her ear. "What the hell is wrong with you, Ghost? You're not a person," I glare at her.