Hey Your Cat Ears Are Showing Novels & Stories

What the hell is wrong with my cat? A knock on the door caused me to yelp and practically jump out of his arms. When I looked back into his eyes, they were no longer golden, they were now dark brown. "I'm sorry about that. Nexus is a little, too forward sometimes, but he means you know harm. Let me go grab that, I think that's your soup."

He slid off his stool so fast he almost tripped over his own feet, scrambling toward a small, orange tabby that had stopped to sniff a chair leg. "Cats!" Leo gasped, hovering a few inches away from the animal, his hands twitching with excitement. "Can I touch it?" "Gentle," I warned, kneeling down beside him. "Hold out your hand like this. Let him sniff you first. If he likes you, you can pet his ears."

Nox, in his black cat form, meowed at my feet and wrapped himself around my legs, his dilated pupils following my every movement. “Ready to meet Jess?” I asked, bending down to scratch behind his ears. He emitted a purr that vibrated against my fingers. Ready, he seemed to say. But will she think I’m just a regular cat? “You’re a regular cat. For now.” He blinked slowly, and I could have sworn there was mockery in that blink.

"Don't be reckless. They might not even find us. If you run out there, you die. It's the apocalypse—we play it safe. We have to." The system had awakened them. They could understand me. They could follow commands. Didn't matter. The two cats locked eyes—then blasted off me like cannonballs. "Don't!" I'd raised them myself. I couldn't watch them get ripped apart. Clutching Snowy, I hit the floor, covered my ears, squeezed my eyes shut. They were just two cats. There shouldn't have been that much noise.

“HELLO?! Oi! Is anyone out there?! We’re locked in, for fuck’s sake!” Silence. Just the hiss of steam rising like some sinister warning. I grabbed the handle again, yanking it till my knuckles turned white and my towel started to slip. “Nae, nae, nae, come on. Don’t do this.” Cat had gone quiet. Which was never a good sign. When I turned to her, she was standing frozen, back against the wood, eyes wide and glassy. Her bottom lip was trembling just slightly, and her breathing had gone shallow and shaky.

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

After all, they are my pet. While I was getting their meal ready with Mom making lunch, I heard Kitty scream out loudly from the room, shocking Mom and I. “What was that?” Mom asked, looking at me. Recognizing the screaming kitty’s voice, I ran to my room to check what was wrong. Only for me to open the door and get startled by a terrified Kitty, who jumped right into my hold. “Kitty, what happened?” I asked, holding him close. That’s when I looked closely and found Cadell growling at Kitty, with his silver eyes glowing!

It could be seen that the little cat with folded ears was so nervous that his white hair stood on end and the tail curled up into a bow shape. The demonstration hooting in his mouth was actually extremely fearful of Ding Ding. "Hey, little guy, really timid, come, let me touch you!" Ding Ding said, reaching out her pink and tender small hands. "Hoot! Meow!" The adorable little cat screamed as if he was frightened, unceremoniously revealed his sharp claws hidden under his palms, and scratched three blood marks on the back of Ding Ding's hand.

“Would you help me?” Asking the question, yet more like taunting her and from deep within. She only stresses blankly towards it, as whiskers appear, followed by a pair of ears, its tail that’s slowly swaying side by side, from its paws body, face, and finally to its pair of blue eyes. The cat’s appearance is finally complete as its huge grin and face leans towards me and asks her. “Who am I?”

What's happening? Through the cacophony in her ears ? caused by her inner cat which yowled in excitement and clawed to get out ? she thought she heard the stranger ask who she was. The smile he bestowed in her direction brought a tingle to parts south of her waist and she fought an urge to purr under his admiring gaze. Her cat, not restrained by human habit, didn't hesitate, flopping down in her mind to contentedly rumble and roll in pleasure at the attention.