Homestuck Cats Novels & Stories

He breathes freshly, one step at a time when a rodent comes into your house, you get it out. He turned the knob of the door, letting go of everything he held, including his heart. Every digestive organ responded to the stain on the floor. His eyes began to flood, his legs weakened he struggled to keep himself to standing. He watched his home littered with blood and lingerie, white. He remembered it from dead Becky. About the rodents, when you chase them out a thousand and one times and they refuse to leave, you bring the cat in. Yes, the deadly cat. He pulled his phone out, there were two options, call the devil you know and suspect, or the angel who sorts to put you behind bars for a crime

“Want to check it out, then?” “Let’s see the alpacas and dogs.” Vivian jumped back in. “Honestly I prefer dogs too. Cats just meow at random, and strays are filthy. Well-bred cats are rare, though” “Really? Then you and my grandmother share the exact same hobby. She keeps a cat she’d call ‘well-bred,’ too.” Vivian missed the edge in Alex’s tone entirely, agreeing readily. “We must genuinely have something in common.” “Ha then you should head to the cat café instead. I’m not joining you there.”

I didn't sleep well. My dreams were a confused mess of legal contracts, masked men, and Adrian Black’s eyes staring at me through a screen. Thump. Thump. Something heavy landed on my stomach. Then, something sharp pricked my leg. "Tom! Jerry! Get off Mommy!" a small voice giggled. I cracked one eye open. My two rescue cats, Tom, a fat orange tabby, and Jerry, a scrawny black cat, were using me as a trampoline. And right in the middle of the feline wrestling match was Milo.

Smith’s POV “You are probably wondering why I am doing this. Melissa, you know I didn’t finish the story?” Melissa’s POV I have long forgotten the ending of the story, so I didn’t know whether he finished it or not. “The lion took care of the antelopes calves, just to later sacrifice them to other lions. That’s true revenge!” he said clasping my shoulder. A cold shiver and sweat ran down my back. “Do you know who Kate is?” he asked me. I really think that he has lost it. Kate is my son Albert’s girlfriend. “What do you mean?” I asked him.

I whisper. Adrian’s eyes widen. “Is this okay?” “She doesn’t let strangers touch her,” I say, stunned. He laughs softly, clearly pleased, and gently scratches behind her ears. “I guess she has good taste.” “Or you’re secretly a cat whisperer.” “Guilty,” he says lightly. “I grew up with cats. Dogs are great, but cats? They choose you.” “I think she’s decided you’re acceptable,” I say dryly. “I will treasure this honor.”

I didn’t even remember what dumb joke she’d been making when she saved herself in my contacts like that, but it still made me grin like an idiot every time it popped up. Her first message was a wall of text. Carolina 🐱 Destiny Guide (accept no substitutes): Sabia que gatos são mágicos? I read somewhere that cats can walk between worlds. Maybe Goose is secretly a rookie gato guiding you through your firefighter jungle. Don’t roll your eyes. I can feel you rolling them. 🙄 I snorted, shaking my head. Goose cracked one eye open as if even he knew she was talking about him. Another buzz. Then another.

Kneeling, I stroked Tabitha's white fur and laughed. "Aren't you a pretty little kitty!" Atticus cursed and I glanced up at him to have a fat snowflake land on my nose. "Fucking great," I muttered, echoing my dad's exact sentiment. "We will have to end this before it blizzards," he snarled and scooped up Sawyer. I lifted Tabitha and she started purring. "Looks like I have two werecats now," I joked. Axel came to my side and laughed. "We will probably end up with an entire litter," he said with a smirk. My eyes widened at his words and I glanced at the pair of felines and shook my head.

she blurted. Westworth’s eyes widened as if Trisha had just cursed at her. “Did you just question me, Mistress?” She demanded. She leaned over the table her lips lifting to reveal strangely white teeth. “I’m sorry,” Trisha whispered her chin hitting her chest as she lowered her head. “I didn’t mean to offend you, I was just curious why you don’t like cats.” “Felines are filthy,” the older woman sniffed. “And they can never ever be trusted. You might be young, Mistress but mark my words there will come a day you’ll rue letting that animal into your home.”

"Hey, neighbors, I have some great news to share. My daughter-in-law, Brianna, is pregnant! I consulted a fortune teller, and he said this baby was destined for greatness. He will accomplish great things when he grows up!" … I clicked on her profile picture, and there it was—a round-faced, angry-looking old woman. She looked kind of familiar. Then it hit me. Yesterday afternoon, I'd been walking Stinko downstairs when I ran into a few stray cats, so I went back home to grab some cat food to feed them. That was when this old woman suddenly approached, narrowing her eyes at me and the cats. "Are these all your cats?" I didn't think much of it and casually answered, "Yeah, they're mine."

He collapsed to his knees and shouted at the sky, "But I love you!" The lacrosse field began to collapse. The earth crumbled underneath them. The sky was a blinding white light. Callie panicked as she realized Matthias was waking up. She slipped out of his mind and ran from the library before Matthias could open his eyes and see her. Aubrey was concerned as her cat hadn’t been seen for more than a week. Cat familiars had a habit of going off on their own but they always returned. Nettie came back much to her mistress’s relief until they noticed the cat was gaining weight. Aubrey had regular cats before and understood the signs but wasn’t sure if it was possible.