Kitty Cheshire Novels & Stories

I find her there, playing with the kittens. "Pretty butterfly," she says when she notices me. She's a rather pretty butterfly herself now. Soap, water, and good food make her look younger. Someone also took a chisel to her teeth. I'd place her in her mid-twenties. "Hi, Cosway. Do you mind if I join you and play with the kittens?" She pushes the calico in my direction, and I grab him before he scampers off. "He likes the pretty butterfly." "I like him," I say, cradling the little guy in my arms. He starts purring while I scratch his soft, round belly.

I shouted behind him. "Nothing! Don't worry about it!" Kirsch was out of the door. "What's with him? It's not like I can eat him!" I complained to Cerberus with a pout. How horrible did Kirsch think I was?! "Scaredy Cat." Cerberus shrugged with a chuckle before he chucked my shoulders as he hugged me tight with a huge grin, "What kitten want for birthday?"

Derby whispered, laughing. I should have known. Fiona isn’t an animal lover. She’s more of the kick and chase. “She must be doing this to impress the Queen and Allen. Good luck to that,” I scoffed, ready to leave when suddenly… “KITTY!” Fiona and the others screamed, pointing at the cat that jumped into another branch, looking straight at me again. “Come on Kitty. Come to me,” Fiona said, opening her arms for the cat. But to the girls surprise, the cat jumped off the tree and straight at my direction!

Its touch and fur felt very real. As she held the kitten in her arms, it blinked. “Madam, I’m your birthday present. From now onward, I’ll also be your pet. You may instruct me to close the door, close the curtains, close the air-conditioning, listen to music, attack that nobody, attack the bad guys, protect you, and more…” Charmine frowned. This kitten had that many features? Chris obviously prepared and designed this for her. Was Chris’ coding skill already so advanced?

Unexpectedly, he saw an extremely familiar collar around the neck of a certain lady's cat. When a group of young women and their cats got together, the topic of conversation naturally revolved around their cats. Hilda was diligently trying to become part of their group. Thus, she introduced her cat to them, "My cat's name is Fiffy, and its nickname is Garfield. Its mother is the beloved cat of Her Majesty the Queen of Great Britain, Barbara, while its father is the beloved cat of Prince William, the Duke of Cambridge, Soso. Therefore, my cat comes from a noble lineage and has an extraordinary background."

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.

I'm putting the finishing touches on a strawberry cupcake when I hear the doorbell ringing, followed by frantic knocking. I run to the front door, and swing it open. Kitty's standing on the front porch, looking like she just stepped out of The Great Gatsby. She's wearing a chic forest green silk dress, and her bob of dark hair is tied back with a filmy white scarf, which trails down her back. Fluttering in the breeze, the scarf makes it look almost like she has a set of translucent wings. A pair of huge dark glasses – the sort celebs wear when evading the paparazzi – in combination with the scarf wings makes me think of a bug.

my baby started and I in my head I was sure she'd name it something similar to kitty, cat, cookie, something easy. "Yes?" I say waiting patiently for her to come up with a name. "Tiger!" she says excitedly, picking the cat up and hugging it, and then it all clicked the orange tabby wasn't just a normal cat, small enough to be one sure, but it's a tiger, an animal that doesn't exist anymore, and if I remember correctly, they are the kings of the jungle more powerful than a lion ever been. "How did you know?" I asked Katie, I couldn't even remember the name of the animal and she was one of the generation after the nuclear disaster.

Brittany was in disbelief and pretty much Catherine’s reaction the first time she heard Chester uttered such a weird sentence. “Oh wait don’t tell me you’re using Catherine then?” Catherine saw Chester grin as if he’s up to something deviant and now she knew why Chester doesn’t have much friends as he gives creepy smiles and grin all the time like he’s some mastermind. “Oh God! I don’t want to put up with this guy.” Brittany said and she left together with her friends. Chester invited himself to sit across Catherine. “What’s up Chester?” Catherine said in an unwelcoming tone and Chester took out two tickets from his pocket and put it on the table. Suddenly, Catherine felt as if she couldn’t

She bites her lower lip— white teeth sinking into red flesh— then turns, smiling at the bartender. "Whisky please. Rocks." Her gaze returns to me, and she raises her eyebrows. "Make that two," I say, not leaving her gaze. A minute later he places the drinks in front of us, her hand immediately reaching out to bring it to her lips. "Katherine," she says after taking a slow sip, "but my friends call me Kat." "Adam, but everyone calls me Emilio." "I think I'll stick with Adam," she replies haughtily, daring me to tell her otherwise. I lean in closer to her, trailing her body with my eyes again. I can't stop looking at her legs. She notices, and again raises an eyebrow.