Lackadaisy Cats Novels & Stories

Adora wasn’t particularly fond of small pets, but perhaps because they were his, she didn’t feel the usual aversion. She even crouched down to play with them. Surprisingly, the cats seemed unusually friendly. For their first time meeting the woman their owner brought home, they were downright affectionate, rubbing against her legs and purring, their tails flicking lazily as they looked up and meowed. “They’re adorable. What are their names?” “Blackie and Whitey.” “What?” Adora looked up at him, still crouched by the cats. “That’s the best you could come up with?”

For now, though, I wanted to enjoy this small victory. Madeline took a cautious step toward me, her eyes locked on the cat in my arms like it was some strange creature she couldn’t quite figure out. She leaned in and extended her index finger, giving the cat’s fur a hesitant poke before pulling her hand back quickly, gripping it like she’d touched a live wire. I couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled out of me. “It’s a cat Mads, not a feral beast,” I said, shaking my head. Taide moved closer, his arms folded across his chest as he studied the cat. His gaze flicked back and forth between the animal and me, his lips twitching slightly, like he was suppressing some internal commentary. Finally

"Hello, I'm Marina Dell. I recently discovered this hidden gem of a café, so I've been coming here every day to spend time with the cats." When she smiled, her eyes curved gently, dimples faintly showing, making her entire demeanor appear lively and radiant. Jamie was not short of money, so the café's pedigree cats were all purebred and extremely valuable. Many knowledgeable customers who came in and saw the cats were even hesitant to reach out and touch them.

she points at the black tabby cat that lounged lazily on the cat bed along the foyer. Deedah waves her hand dismissively. She plants a firm kiss on her best friend's forehead before they both settling in her master's bedroom where they cuddled and sulked.

Nicko also hugged his wife’s body tightly, deliberately, to heat Adrian. “Jo, Mom and Dad, of course, won’t set up a match with Catherine, because your sister must have good taste, unlike you, who are fascinated by poor men,” Daisy replied. “Huh, only treasures like that are arrogant and respected to the point of losing their minds,” Nicko muttered, which was actually heard by Adrian. “Of course I can brag about this because I have advantages. How about you, what are you going to brag about? Your van that should have entered the flea market? Oops forgive me,” Adrian said, covering his mouth.

She shouldn't hastily jump to conclusions. Emily carried a tangled and extremely uncomfortable mood with her. As she approached the bamboo bridge by the stream, she suddenly heard a gentle cry from nearby: "Meow." Emily immediately stopped, looked down, and saw a snow-white cat sitting beside the bridge with beautiful green eyes. She forgot her sorrowful mood for a moment and exclaimed: "How adorable! Is this not a Chinchilla cat?"

Couchs sat against the large windows and a counter wrapped like a horse shoe in the back. "Go take a seat and find your kitten." He told her as he headed for the counter. Willow took a corner spot by the window, gazing around at the beautiful felines that roamed the room. From short haired to long haired. Maine Coons, Siamese, even a few Sphynx scurried about. Willow didn't want to seek one out, instead she wanted one to come to her. One that would recognize what she was and not run away. Like Tiki.

The cat comes out purring rubbing herself against Ghost's long legs. "She's a Norwegian forest cat. White ones are rare. They're usually tri-colored or dark gray," Leelie tries to sell him on it. "Made a dent in your pocket," "You better keep the hair under control," he points at me. He steps back and is about to walk out when the cat meows loudly. He looks back at her. The cat goes over to him rubbing herself on Jayk's legs. Jayk crouches down to pet her and I swear she falls in love with him in that instant because she rolls over pawing at him. He smiles rubbing her belly.

“You’ve been showing up in them since we chatted in the library on Monday. Always trying to be some knight in shining armour—your sister turned into a cat last night in one of them and she was biting at the vampire’s ankles—even you did—but it wasn’t enough.” “Cassidy? A cat?” “Yeah, kinda like this little cutie,” she said, taking Cassidy by both cheeks and scratching with some vigour. “But different. Dream cat had stripes like a regular tabby and the fur wasn’t nearly as soft.” Cassidy purred at the compliments, awfully content for a girl who didn’t want them to be there in the first place. “Sounds like you’ve got one of those overactive imaginations. My niece is the same but it’s usually w