Grumpy Cat Memes Novels & Stories

Another gruff voice filled the atmosphere. Then, a thunderous ray of lightning broke from the sky, a tidal wave crashed to the Gramps, wetting him from top to the bottom. The cat got thrown off guard and landed straight on Matt much to his displeasure—she licked his arm with satisfaction, and he groaned in frustration. Opting to remove the cat from his body, she held on as firm as ever, digging her claws in him. Her motive probably was to stick her nail inside his skin until he bled to death. She’s a beastie, not ready to give up to the two err one visible or the other invisible masters of evil. It would serve the demons right, if a small baby animal could wipe them clean from their vindicti

i mean her mate. her powers are fascinating yet dangerous. From childhood till today i have protected My little Grumpy cat. she told me that she accidentally cried when Zay... DAMN IT i mean her mate confessed to her. you know what that was a pure LIE! who does she thinks she is fooling. i raised this grumpy cat and is familiar from every single bit of her childish personality. i even trained her to control and suppress her powers. she can lie to the world but she can't lie to me!

“I literally barely looked at him.” “He doesn’t like to be judged,” she told me. I turned away and went to my feed, but was on my feet a second later. One of my friends had messaged me, telling me to go look at the Cunning Ham’s Tiktok. What I found there had me boiling mad. “What the hell?” “Rae! Pinky hates profanity.” Mom’s cat was on his feet on her lap, his ears back. “Apologize.” I rolled my eyes, another thing Pinky didn’t appreciate. “Sorry Pinky.”

The shirt had an old lady on it, which reminded her of her granny. She lost her to cancer five years ago; it had been a horrible road for her. The thing that surprised her most with her granny was she always had a smile for her. Nothing could get her down, even throwing up from the meds they gave her. Majesta didn’t want to go out that way, but if it came down to it then she would be brave, like her. Pumpkin cuddled up in her lap and she couldn’t help but smile. The big fat cat was always there when she needed comfort. Running her hands through his fur he started purring, it was not a normal cat purr. His would skip a beat every so often, unique to him.

I glanced down. Craig 🩶 I froze for a moment. A simple notification, a tiny rectangle on a screen, and suddenly the room felt warmer, quieter, even though the crew and my manager were still right there. I opened it. Craig Hey, T. I just saw this meme and thought of you… A picture of a cat laying on his back tongue out done with life. The corners of my mouth lifted on their own. An effortless smile spread across my face, the kind I didn’t have to think about the cameras on me, the fans reaction or the pressure of always being perfect.

"Make it punchy, Carlin. We're not just serving tea here." Carlin rolled her eyes but followed his advice, weaving words that ignited curiosity and sparked outrage. Vasky, in his element, enhanced the content with his signature memes. As he clicked away on his laptop, he couldn't help but mutter, "Memes are the modern hieroglyphics, after all." ‌

I rolled my eyes and was about to walk him through the power points of a backhand flick when my hand slipped and hit the sticker beside it. A "Peppa Pig bawling her eyes out" sticker went through. My stomach dropped. It was a sticker I used all the time on my main account, totally at odds with the cold, ruthless tactics-genius image of IceTyrant. The other end went silent for a full minute. "Master... did you get hacked?" I quickly hit unsend. "My cat stepped on it." "So even a legend like you keeps a cat! That's adorable! I'm buying you the best cat treats money can buy and shipping them tomorrow!"

“Cat… I am not replacing the entire band. I’m sorry, but I can’t get rid of everyone else because you don’t want to get along with them.” “Don’t want to get along with them? Bree, I’ve done everything I can to try to get along with them. They’re a bunch of chauvinist pigs!” “Are you talking about us?” Griffin asked from a few seats away. “Nobody is talking to you!” Cat shouted back. “Calm down, Cat,” Bree said. “It’s fine, Griff.” “No, no it’s not!” Cat spat back. “I was just telling Bree how awful you three were today and how I had to leave before lunch because I couldn’t put up with your bullshit anymore!”

I am such a couch potato. I’m laying on the orange and brown floral couch my grandmother has always had. A whole box of saltines and a galleon water bottle within reach and the remote at the ready. My training program doesn’t start for a couple weeks, so I am soaking up every moment of responsibility free time that I can. The phone resting on my stomach chimes. I pick it up and see Jareth has reacted to the meme of a baby goat screaming. Then after moment he sends me a meme of a baby pig eat ice cream.

Pushing my panties down along with my pajama pants, I was soon completely naked except for my super sexy cat socks. He glanced at my socks, which had Grumpy Cat’s grumpy visage on them. “Is that a cat?” he said. “Come on, it’s Grumpy Cat. Do you even internet? May she rest in peace.” He shook his head, laughing softly. Then my stupid socks were forgotten the moment he pushed my legs open and parted my pussy folds. He slicked one finger through them. “You’re soaking wet.”