Homestuck Cats Novels & Stories

“You better hope that I can pull this off, Beans. Otherwise you’re stuck with us dogs.” The cat just hissed. I sighed. SO HE CAN FEEL LIKE HE BELONGS. THEN MAYBE HE’LL LET ME PET HIM. Her message took longer to type this time, and the little bubbles disappeared twice before my phone finally buzzed again. BUT HE DOESN’T BELONG THERE. IT’S HIS CAT EQUIVALENT OF A HALFWAY HOUSE. LIKE, WHEN HE TELLS HIS LIFE STORY LATER THIS WILL BE THE ROCK-BOTTOM TURNING

Cat POV "Do you really think that I am the right person for Luke?" I asked slowly. "Why would you think you aren't?" Alistair countered. "I come from a different world. My family, my history, it is all different from his. We don't… mesh," I argued. Alistair snorted and shook his head. "There is no doubt in my mind, Catherine, that you are the one for Luke." "You can call me Cat," I muttered, looking down again.

"Edmund! Edmund, save me!" He froze where he stood, his eyes wide, staring at the cat in the cage. "You... You can talk?" "It's me! It's me! Jocelyn!" She clawed desperately at the bars. "Leah did this to me! She found 50 feral toms and forced me to... forced me to..." Edmund whipped around and fixed his eyes on me. "What have you done?" I leaned against the doorframe with my arms folded and smiled. "What have I done? You already know, don't you? You had Jocelyn possess a cat and sent it to me so she could drain my life.

Thanks and love you. She pursed her lips, looking at the cat, wondering how that idiot could just abandon the animal like that. “I’m single and I have a cat. Does that make me a cat lady?” It meowed at her. “Of course, your majesty.” She muttered, sighing heavily as she pulled her knees close to her chest and leaned back against her wall.

"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

When Caden was younger, he owned a cat. The cat was so cute and when it mewls it melts him into a puddle, it was a newly weaned kitten so he had a lot to learn to raise it into a majestic cat, but unexpectedly, a year after when he was already a cat slave, someone stole his cat. He remembered searching for the cat for months but he had never once seen the shadow of it since then. He was crying for weeks over the loss of his cat, no one can tell but him and the pet lovers how it felt to lose a pet you cared for like your child.

He hurled the cat bundle to the ground with a thud and cursed, "They're not blind! Only I must be blind to have picked a fool like you! We're done. Don't even think about begging me when the apocalypse hits, you idiot." The door slammed so hard it shook the walls. Once he left, I hurriedly freed the cats, my heart still racing. This wasn't the first time I'd been cursed at like that. Ever since graduation, my reputation as a "Saintly Cat Mama" had stuck. And all of it was because I was, without a doubt, a total cat slave. After university, I rented my own apartment. To fulfill my childhood dream of raising pets, I rescued two stray cats on a rainy night.

I commanded, putting him in his perch at the top of the corner cat tree. “Don’t tell me you plan for him to come home with us?” Dani wrinkled her nose as she found a wicker basket dumping the supplies in it and replacing it with one of my pillows. “Well, of course. Asim is my cat. Why wouldn’t I take him home? If Aunt Sarael can have her cat live among werewolves, there is no reason mine can’t. Plus, before we go, I want to see if there have been any new kittens. Isis’s cat passed away, and I think she’d love to have another. Not to mention, Zory and Aunt Sarael’s baby will need their own cats to train as a hunter’s familiar.” I shrugged, stripped down to my boxers, glad to be out of the dir

Cat automatically ducked as she entered the small room used for visits. As in prison, the table and chairs that were in the middle of the room were bolted to the floor. The ceiling lamp was hidden behind bars and therefore lived in the best neighborhood. Cat held up the two brown cups in her hand, hoping to appease the wild bull. Ridiculous. Then she could have tried to put out a steppe fire with the pudding. "Cathleen Morrison?" The tall man growled one more time, tearing his hair, which was now graying at his temples. “I almost didn't realize you were here. When did you want to call? "

Little Bob said, still chuckling. They continued eating and talking for a few minutes until the phone rang. Cat got up and ran to the phone. She sat down and began to type as she spoke to whoever had called. She hung up the phone and started writing on a sticky note. “Little Bob and Yuri, I hate to interrupt your lunch, but you have a weirdness call. Unless, of course, Sheriff, you and your husband would like to take it,” Cat said as she walked back to where everyone was sitting.