Hey Your Cat Ears Are Showing Novels & Stories

“How could I just leave you?” “I don’t want you to see me like this.” I’m not lying. My eyes are puffy, and my heart is in shambles—who would want the hot guy to see them like this? Ryan would probably turn around with a scream if he saw my pile of snot paper. Ignoring my plea, Ryan slides open the door and enters my room. The floorboards creak under his weight, but then...silence. Did he leave? I sit up in my bed, shocked when the most adorable black cat jumps up on my mattress. It has ocean-blue eyes and tilts it’s head at me, “Meow!”

"Are you sure she didn't get enough sunlight? Maybe that's what she needs." "I know very well who I am, Dustmuzzle," she snapped without missing a beat. The younger tom just blinked in surprise before flattening his own ears in embarrassment. She glowered at him and stood up after sitting for so long. "In fact, I feel more at home now than I ever have." "Maybe... but perhaps I should have a look at you just in case," Mothflight mewed. She flicked her tail once and looked between Gorsefur and Dustmuzzle. "It isn't uncommon for cats to suffer from hallucinations when they have greencough."

Why was he unwilling to let me pet him, too? "Sorry, I'm just used to it." He tried to relax his ears slowly, tilting his head slightly downward. "You can touch them now." "If you still want to," he added. I didn't hold back. I rolled over and straddled his waist, my hands bracing against his chest as I ruffled his ears freely. Clayton had such soft, warm ears, his fur a silvery white. Clayton's breathing grew heavier, his body burning up with each second. He tilted his head slightly back, his narrowed eyes reddening at the corners as he stared intently at me.

Too dangerous. But Cressida didn't hesitate. She dropped my hand and walked toward the cat then knelt down in front of it. "Hey," she said softly. "Hey, little one. Where did you come from?" The cat looked up at her. Its amber eyes were wide. Cressida reached out. Slowly, her fingers hovered inches from its fur. The cat leaned into her hand. She stroked its head. Its ears. Its tiny chin. The cat began to purr...a rattling, desperate sound, like it hadn't purred in a long time.

She nods toward the small fridge at the other side of the room. “Don’t let me stop you,” she gives me a look so I shrug. “I won’t look, I promise.” To make my point clear, I move to lie on the bed, A loud hiss makes me sit up immediately. Her black cat glares at me from where he jumped and ran to her, he sits by her legs. She is crouched low, laughing hysterically. “Do I have clown makeup on?” I ask her, my tone dry.

“Oh? A cat?” She saw a cat in a box. The color of the cat is white with patches of fading black. Around its face, there is a shadow-like patch of black fur. In the middle, she can see its big, bright, and round blue eyes. Through the patch, Agatha saw his white whiskers in a sticking-out fashion. Even the cat’s ears, paws, and tail are all black, while the rest of his body is covered in soft white fur. “So cute,” she murmured.

I stumbled back, my hands clutching his arm again “What is that!?” I gasps, narrowing my eyes at the hideous monster in front of me. It was skinny and shaved, with soar around its collar. I could see the anatomy of its rib cage. It had only one eye and where the other should have been was a hole. He was also missing its ear on the same side. Repulsed by it's ghastly appearance, I wrinkled my nose at the sight of the dirty white cat that had just come out of the dumpster.

Cat immediately shook her head "no" then peeked up at my face trying to gauge my reaction better. This kitten was so cute when she got shy, especially now when her shirt and bra were still bunched up over her breasts, leaving them exposed. I looked at her nipples and saw that they were both still hard and pointing out at me. But I let her think and hopefully come to the right choice.

My whole body hurts and I don’t want to open my eyes but I sense sirens heading towards us in the distance. Oh no, oh no. My baby. I’m hunched over, trying to clutch my belly, but I can’t move. Tears start rolling down my face, fear shooting through my body. Is my cat okay at least? I just barely manage to lift my head and look into my bag. The kitten stares up at me with wide eyes, his little sides heaving with fear.

This was the last thing that I heard after a few minutes here, hiding under the sink—I don't know what happened next. Assuming that they had already left, I bravely decided to go out and go back to the room. As I stepped on my left foot, I nearly shrieked when a cat appeared in front of me. Its fur is black and it has a magnificent combination of green and blue eyes. Is this possible? Does a cat have different eyes? Maybe it's one of the rarest cats here. I am familiar with the way it stares. I can see my reflection in its eyes. I couldn't hide my amusement when it purred at me. How cute! I wanted to touch it, but it ran away when it saw my hand stretching and was ready to caress it. I thoug