Homestuck Cats Novels & Stories

Cosmic, sensing the shift, scrambled up and over the injured man and launched herself into my arms, growling and hissing like a demon. “Fuck, that little beast is horrible,” the other man snarled, glaring at my cat. I had to crane my neck to look at the three giants who had invaded my home—our home. “She’s protecting her home,” I snapped. “Our home, you bloody bastard.” I didn’t care how big they were. I’d get out of this. My eyes darted as the third man checked on the one CC had mauled, but Kaelith’s grip tightened just enough to remind me he was there.

“It has a gate. Gates are cool. Our house doesn’t have a black gate.” “Because our house is not a criminal headquarters,” I said. “You want to see something?” Nathan bent toward Max and Issa, his face slipping back into that social-angel mode he was clearly using to destroy children’s defense systems. I immediately turned to him sharply. “No.” Two small heads turned to Nathan, their eyes widening. “What?” Max asked. “I have three cats.” “THREE?” Issa bounced in place. Her pink headband nearly took flight. “Like three cats? Real cats? Not pretend cats?”

Nonetheless, beneath the messy black hair, somewhere deep within his pair of dark brown eyes was sparkling with an enchanting gentleness. “What happened to her?” Catherine felt lost and helpless to see the adorable cat suffering. “What do you think?” Shaun glared at her with rage in his eyes. “She’s a cat but you’ve been feeding her trash. Do you seriously think her stomach can handle it?” She felt utterly remorseful. She had seen stray cats before that ate almost anything they could find on the streets. This was why she thought cats had a strong digestive system. “I’m sorry.” “I won’t let you off the hook if something bad happens to Fudge!”

Jackson wouldn’t do it, she told herself, not after she’d made it clear that she hadn’t wanted him in her home. Miss Bastet’s echoing meow drew Rachel to the front door. The cat sat patiently in the entry way as if wanting to be let out, though Rachel knew that wasn’t the case. Miss Bastet’s rotund weight made it impossible for her to climb trees and there were too many kitty-hungry dogs in the neighborhood for her to outrun. ‘What are you doing in here, sweetheart?’ Blinking her one eye, the cat purred then looked at the door.

The siblings Simoun and Ibarra are the ones who are making sure that the Doze will stay on Manor's premises. No one wanted to talk to or visit me whenever I was at Manor. Lev, sometimes, if I am badly needed for a meeting, then he sees me there. My cats are pretty friendly and adorable. They are lovely. They are not wild since I raised them as pets; they became domesticated. What happened to the three victims was their fault; they scared my cats, and the cats just fought back. Suitable for their stupidity. "Back to you... Zup?" I returned my attention to Logan. "Anyway, Jake sent you some models of him. Choose first before I send them to Lev's club."

“I don't see the problem here.” Alex grimaced. “Ugh! They cough up hairballs all over the place. Not to mention they bring dead mice and fleas into the house. Cats aren't loyal. If you hit hard times, a cat will ditch you for the next dumb schmuck that'll feed it, whereas a dog will remain at your side. It's a hell no from me,” he argued, scrunching his face with revulsion. Grayson exhaled with relief, which Lucas picked up on.

Empty of love and full of hate. I grip Lucas’s hand tighter. Binx sits in front of me, growling, and Freya and Pandora circle around me. My father’s eyes flit to my black cat, trying to hide his reaction, which is similar to Abby’s reaction when she realized Binx is still very much alive and well. He came to me when I was ten, and he wasn’t a kitten then. He should be at least sixteen, totally possible for a cat, but it’s obvious looking at him that he’s no senior feline. Ella’s still standing by the car, face pale and eyes wide. She’s looking from me to Lucas to my familiars. She probably thinks they used to be people too, which suddenly gives me the idea to change all my enemies into cats

But he's not like the rest of us, he never leaves his room if he doesn't look like a perfect robot. "So, as you know, this lovely black cat is my mate," I start, pointing excitedly at my mate. She doesn't smile, neither do any of the members of my family, "We had a little bump on the road yesterday, but nothing can't take us down. Uhm, so... we had a reconciliation and... one thing let to another. Anyway, I ended up... knotting her. Like, for real. So, as you know..." Big reactions all around before I can even say it. My mom gasps for air like she's drowning, Archie covers his face in astonishment, Jace shakes his head a lot.

In just a short while that he was here, Kater had already liked a few cats that he liked until their furs were drenched. He trotted around the room like an emperor visiting his concubines. From the café all the way to the outside, he would give the cats he liked two licks. Fortunately for him, the cats were rather docile, so they did not retaliate. Upon seeing that there was another person in the café today, Kater curiously walked toward him. The homeless man was stroking the cats with a gentle and affectionate look in his eyes and petted Kater's head after seeing him arriving.

My eyes grew large and my mouth dropped open in shock. "I will return back to my home, alone, you're no better than gum on my shoe," he spouted. I slapped him hard across his face and said,"fuck you, enjoy being all alone with all your belongings." His eyes narrowed and he huffed,"oh I shall, little witch." He vanished from before me and it felt as if half my being was torn from myself. It caused me to drop to my knees and gasp. Fussy bottoms meowed loudly and rubbed herself against me for comfort. Well that or she wanted her canned food. I determined it to be that latter when she followed me into the kitchen and scratched at the cupboard that contained her din dins. I opened a can of savory