Homestuck Cats Novels & Stories

The Ghost hummed, having a wraithlike smile on his now visible lips. Heather eyed the cat who had gotten extra-large since she last laid her eyes on it. It looked at her with such hatred, that she could have sworn the obnoxiously arrogant animal intended for her to turn insanely dramatic into believing—she was the cat from Matt’s show. Through some twisted fuckery of events, the imagination of the script writer had culminated into an atrocious reality, which no one would trust, unless they’re barmy. “No, that can’t be true.”

As he was about to put the cat down and let Miss Susan send it away, the cat suddenly clung to his hand tightly and meowed for attention. Pausing his hands, he looked at the cat’s pure yet frightened eyes, Jessica’s face suddenly took shape in his mind. It seemed as if Jessica had followed a lot of pet content on Weibo. Blake glimpsed the cat that was smaller than his palm. This cat… resembled that woman a little. Both had a fair and small body, but they had a big temper. Winson was still there pestering him to adopt the cat, stretching his little arm out to reach Blake’s arm. Blake glanced at him and said, “You want to raise this cat?”

Emily held the kitten tightly, cherishing the time spent together. Unexpectedly, the little cat refused to leave when Winston took Emily home! It clung to Emily's arm like a koala, ignoring her pleas to get down, still meowing and looking at her with big, begging eyes. Emily, feeling embarrassed, asked Winston: "It won't leave me alone. Can you please get it off? I can't go home like this." Winston stared at the cat momentarily and then suggested: "If it wants to go with you, just let it." "What? How can I do that?" Emily protested. Winston nonchalantly shrugged: "If it doesn't leave, I can do nothing. You can try to pull it off, and I'll take it away. Otherwise, it's fine. I have plenty of

I can’t blame her for being upset, and when I think of things from her point of view, the cards really do seem stacked against me. “She’ll understand,” I say out loud, reaching out to pet Simba, one of my two cats. He’s sixteen and was brought to a cat rescue after someone found him left behind when his owners moved out of their apartment. He was starving and sick, and I didn’t think he’d survive. Two years later, he’s still with us, and—shocking, I know—I got attached. He’s lived with me ever since. Giving up on trying to sleep, I mindlessly scroll through articles on my phone, wanting to stay distracted. A text from Chloe comes through, and I click on it right away.

Cyrus glanced into the rearview mirror. In the vast, boundless snowfield behind them, it felt as though something was following. He could not see anything. Yet his instincts told him, with unsettling certainty, that it had to be that powerful cat monster. "So it really can't bear to part with Barbara after all?" Cyrus muttered. Cats were the hardest creatures to understand. Domesticated pets aside, stray cats and village cats that lived half-wild all retained strong feral instincts. They never truly trusted humans, and taming them was extraordinarily difficult.

"When a fae has lived for several ages, the feral part of us grows stronger." "Feral?" She asks. "Like a cat?" "A cat? More like a primal creature that relies on instinct and basic needs." "So, a cat." She nods. "The only cats I know of are the shifting panthers of the Twisted Pines, and I suppose they are somewhat feral, but are more known for cheating at cards than anything else." I stand in front of her and press a hand to her cheek where a scratch veers toward her ear. "I'm so sorry you saw me like that, little one. Are you hurt?"

There was a towering, luxurious cat tree, a diamond-studded automatic water dispenser, and a cat bed lined with velvet cushions that looked even comfier than the one in my tiny rental. My eyelids twitched. [Holy cow! Is Mr. Hendrick turning the house into a cat cafe? He's never even fussed over the female lead this much!] [Is he seriously treating her like a pet? Did this supporting female character rescue the galaxy in her past life or something?] [Stop being naive. This is all a show for the female lead! When she comes back and sees this, she'll go crazy with jealousy. This is going to be hilarious!] I stared at all the things clearly not meant for a human. I was having mixed feelings.

He'd somehow managed to avoid being covered in cats, unlike Andrea. It wasn't that she didn't like them. She did. They just shed and left her covered in a fur coat she couldn't take off. She stared down at a black cat named January who was particularly fond of her. His big, amber eyes were partially closed. Okay, so she could see having one cat. Like January. But she wasn't going to be a crazy cat lady like Crystal. "Hey, dad." Crystal got up, hauling a cat off with her into the big living room.

Elizabeth hesitated, unsure if she should risk food from such a neglected source. Suddenly, a rustling sound came from behind her. Elizabeth's heart raced as she turned around, her hand instinctively reaching for a weapon that was no longer there. But instead of a threat, she found a scraggly stray cat emerging from the shadows. Relief washed over her as she crouched down, offering a tentative hand for the cat to sniff. Its matted fur and hungry eyes tugged at her heartstrings. Elizabeth gently picked up the cat, cradling it in her arms. In that moment, a spark of companionship ignited within her, erasing some of the loneliness she had carried with her.

I said accepting my drink from RJ and the fact that I couldn’t talk with Crispin at this moment. “Yes, we were, so I’ll start with Leo and move onto Lucy and then we need to talk about your appearance at court next week.” My dad says after putting his half-empty glass down. “Ok our War cats are a crossbreed from our animals from Crustalia planet that made the trip with Earth’s feline creatures. They might look similar or act as the cats you know but they are not.”