Hetalia Cats Novels & Stories

OK, so Officer Randell wasn’t pulling my leg. “Told you so Alsie-Alsie. Big cats, and thumbs.” “It’s just Alsie, Detective Alsie. You do know there is a breed of cats with extra digits, right? They’re called polydactyl cats. Polydactyl means extra digits. It’s really, not that weird, uncommon, but not weird.” Not going to lie, a big cat, bigger than a lion being a polydactyl is weird. But I’m not about to tell Office Randell that.

For a minute, Knox could hear the white cat clock on the other end of the room tick away as if it were right next to his eardrums. He stared into Victor's overly rugged and masculine face, wondering what devil rose from hell into the man to ask him that fucking question. Cold sweat slid down his neck. The question was absurd. Everyone had the same thoughts about the captain. The captain couldn’t be so fucking blind not to see their loud opinions on their faces every single morning call.

For some reason, my wolf was agitated by my actions. "I guess I must be overthinking everything. I am going to order something for dinner. You should take a shower," Catherine said "Okay, I will be down in a minute," I said, and I headed to the bathroom "What is wrong with you?" I asked my wolf. Ever since Aliza and Tina had arrived, he had been acting different "Catherine is getting on my nerves. I don't like how she speaks about Tina," My wolf replied "She is just upset. I am sure she will get used to her being here," I said

I was too busy typing back an email to my business associates that i didn't notice she came back and closed my laptop. " Alexandria, I'm busy typing a message. " I complained, but she didn't listen to me, she sat next to me and took the laptop away. I tried to reach it, but she stood up from the bed and held it higher like she could. My little kitten looks so cute, doesn’t she know I’m taller than her? An idea flashes in my head. So my kitten wants to play with me, huh?

Mittens and Zebra, the two gray striped cats that my parents have, chase each other across the living room, tumbling into one of their famous wrestling matches that they’ve been doing since they were kittens. Mittens swipes Zebra across the nose, and Zeb howls in pain. “You two are worse than kids. No respect for Jenni’s piano performance.”

"It was called Powder. It had pink and white fur, too. Just like you." I went rigid. The comments had said it was his brother's cat. Why was he saying it was his? [Huh? Did the male lead remember wrong? Wasn't that cat raised by Mr. Stafford?] [Maybe he loved it so much he just treated it like his own. He's an ailurophile, after all.] [So the male lead treats the supporting female character differently because she resembles his old cat? See? There's no way he actually likes her.] Ian paid no attention to my stiffened body. He continued calmly.

Leo and Luna swelled in size, each swiping with a paw, smashing zombie skulls to pieces. Silent Snowy followed, his snow-white fur gleaming, suddenly engulfed in vivid red flames. The fire roared, relentless and unyielding, consuming the entire street. Within moments, the zombie horde was annihilated. Snowy flicked his fluffy tail and leapt onto my shoulder. "Mama, this whole area is ours now. What's next?" What to do? I took the three cats to a government-constructed refuge and willingly submitted their genetic blood samples for the research and breeding of the next generation.

I press the intercom and scream at the idiots. 'Che cazzo state aspettando? Entra in quella stanza e trattieni il mio piccolo gatto infernale. Non farle del male. C'è una catena attaccata al letto. Usalo prima che faccia altri danni.' [What the fuck are you two waiting for? Get the fuck inside that room and restrain my little hellcat. Do not hurt her. There's a chain attached to the bed. Fucking use it before she does any more damage.]

Without hesitation, she presses the play button and tilts the screen so that we can all watch together. The video begins, and we are instantly greeted with a playful scene. Kittens and cats of various colors scamper around a charming townhouse, darting under a Victorian loveseat and leaping onto a rocking chair. The camera zooms in on a graceful gray cat prancing around the fireplace. Sergio's voice resonates from the phone's speaker, filling the room. "Licorice, now do the cat walk. Do the cat walk!" he exclaims with enthusiasm, accompanied by pulsating techno music in the background.

"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