Grumpy Cat Memes Novels & Stories

“Don’t get used to it.” Max leaned closer, his eyes narrowing as he studied Adrian. “Why don’t you smile more? Are you one of those grumpy old men in disguise?” I burst out laughing, nearly dropping my cone. “He’s got you pegged, Adrian.” Adrian gave Max a deadpan look. “I’m not old.” “Grumpy, though,” Max said, nodding sagely. “Definitely grumpy,” I agreed, grinning at Adrian’s long-suffering sigh.

The stray cat I adopted had recently started looking at my boyfriend, Logan Bennett, and his female best friend, Chloe Dawson, like they were complete idiots. Then one day, Chloe climbed into the passenger seat of Logan’s car again and shot me a provocative smile. A fierce little voice suddenly rang out in my head: “Human, that woman is calling you an idiot in her head! She’s also planning to get your man drunk tonight! Hurry up and slap her! If you do, I’ll make sure you find money on the street when you leave!” I froze and stared down at Mochi in my arms. So my cat could not only talk, but also read minds and predict the future? Fine. From today on, Mochi and I would make these two s

thing. Me: I don’t mind if you bring the cat. Charlie: Thank you so much. Me: You can thank me later. Charlie: Don’t make me change my mind. She sends an eye rolling GIF after that, which I top with a crazy cat lady meme. A laughing emoji comes through after that, and then nothing. Assuming she went back to work, I spring back into action, cleaning the rest of the house as fast as I can. I need to go to the grocery store, and I have no fucking idea what some of these steps in the recipe Quinn sent even mean.

Grumpy: I’m going to enjoy giving you a fail on your exam. -Norali: Are you always full of empty threats? -Mr. Grumpy: I don’t do empty threats.

"She gets kinda grumpy when she doesn't eat enough meat, but other than that, she's a pussycat." I growled because that was going a bit too far.

Then again, his smashed face had a tendency to give him a look of perpetual disgruntlement. "He only wants to help." Caleb reached down and picked up Gary, holding him against his chest. Gary started purring like a motor boat the moment Caleb started scratching his ears. Megan rolled her eyes. "That cat is a traitor." She pointed a finger at Gary. "Who feeds you? Scoops your stinky litter box? Not this guy. Stop acting like he's your favorite." Gary only closed his eyes and purred louder.

“That’s what you get for messing up with me.” “You ruined my shoes.” He yells, glaring down at his scuffed white sneakers. “Maybe next time you’ll think twice before grabbing me, Mr Grumpy.” I smirk, folding my arms across my chest. His eyes widen at my words. “What did you just say? Mr Grumpy?” I laugh at the look on his face. “Yeah, you heard me—Mr Grumpy. Fits you perfectly, don’t you think?” His eyes narrow, and he steps closer, towering over me. “You think you’re funny, don’t you?”

What’s he doing here? “Grumpy?” his brows immediately creased in annoyance. Uhh…isn’t it true, though? “I have a name, tsk.” “There it is. Mr. Grumpy.” I chuckled when he groaned. This guy seriously has a short fuse. “Anyways, what are you doing here mister? Are you stalking me?” He scoffed at my remark. “In your dreams, woman. And stop calling me, mister. You're making me look old.”