Little Cat Novels & Stories

She pointed towards the living room, and Tarrin, not bothering to take his shoes off, stormed off in that direction. “LINUX, YOU HAVE 10 Sec-,” Tarrin’s voice got caught in his throat when he saw it. Linux was sitting on the couch, holding the most adorable milk chocolate-colored kitten Tarrin had ever seen. Its tiny mew brought Tarrin out of his loss for words. “What is it doing here, Linux?” Holding the tiny kitten up as it mewed louder, Linux replied, “It has two broken legs. I can’t just leave it at the clinic for the night! Isn’t she just so adorable? She’s even chocolate-colored. That's such a rarity, Tarrin!”

Even a wolf promising to take good care of a little lamb would sound more credible than you! Levi: Oh no! My greedy little kitten has just run into an accident and needs my immediate assistance!! (っ °Д °;)っ

"Ning Fan, you bought a slave like you were supposed to. Let's keep this one. She's no worse for wear. She'll be my pet cat to amuse me when the hours get long. Cat?" Bingquing straightened herself and bowed, "Your servant is here." "Does my new cat have a name?" "Qing." "Qing? You'll have your own maid and a guard at all times. Take her to a clean room and call a doctor to tend to her burned hands. Also, the lady should have a bath." Ning Ren appraised her lazily before Ning Fan finally got him out of the room.

I am not a big Chinese food fan but I love egg rolls. I am walking from my last class to find Indigo when I hear something. I walk towards a bush to find a tiny kitten lying there. It looks injured. I squat down, keeping my back straight. I may not be able to bend over without frying, but I have figured out that if I squat and keep my back straight, it isn’t so bad. I pick up the little thing, which starts purring. It’s tiny, thin, and dirty, but it's nothing a good meal and bath won’t fix. The kitten starts rubbing its head against my cheek which would be adorable if he wasn't filthy.

Emily asks, she only heard her crying, she thought she was too small to talk. "Me spweak," Mollis says trying to sound bigger, maybe make a friend, everyone back at home, hated her, called her too small or little, she wished to make a friend for once, but her words they held a lisp to them. "Can we play?" Emily asks turning to Callina, hoping she'd allow her to get to know the kitten and play with her. "You have to ask her daddy baby," Callina answers, she can't decide for the kitten, no matter how hard she wants to cuddle the little kitten.

Something inside shifted, and she heard a tiny, plaintive sound. "What—" "Open it." Marcelline reached back and pulled the box forward, setting it on her lap. The sound came again, a soft mewing that made her chest tighten. She lifted the lid. A kitten stared up at her. Tiny, maybe eight weeks old, with gray and white fur that was slightly matted. Its eyes were huge and green, looking at her with the kind of trust that only very young things could manage. "Lucien..." Her voice came out strangled.

I tell it before I climb out. I wait by the entrance for a minute, squinting my eyes at the brightness of the outside. I looked around, knowing that a stream was nearby. I could probably catch something and share it with my new buddy. I hoped he or she would come out; despite being a whole-ass wolf, I considered myself a cat person. Sure enough, a few seconds later, the cat comes crawling out. It's an all-black cat with a tiny white spot on its chest; it walks in front of me just as I'm wondering whether it's male or female and shows off a massive pair of balls. Well, that answers that.

Just as he was about to speak, a cat's meow suddenly came from the window. He was on the second floor, and birds and cats often jumped onto the windowsill. Frowning slightly, Sullivan felt a flicker of irritation. He had been scratched by a cat as a child and had despised them ever since. Ruby looked out the window and spotted a small calico cat trying to claw its way through the gap, seemingly eager to come inside. Her eyes widened in surprise. The calico cat was small and thin, likely no more than two months old. Who knew how it had managed to climb onto the windowsill?

"Because you are just an asshole!" Milo's jaws clenched, and I could tell from his face that he hated how quickly I had moved on from him. Just when he was about to give a response, Ignatio's voice broke the tension. "Is everything okay?" He asked. Milo leaned away from the desk, and chuckled. "Yes, of course. We are just catching up" he said. I lifted my brows nonchalantly, and faced the laptop in front of me but I could feel Ignatio's gaze on me.

Flora lounged on the couch, her eyes following Whiskerton's playful antics. The little ginger kitten was leaping at dust motes, swatting them with his tiny paws, his tail flicking with intense concentration. The kitten's boundless energy and childlike wonder were infectious. An urge to spoil this little ball of fluff welled up within her. Flora chuckled softly, entertained by his simple joy. It was a welcome distraction from the monotony of her recovery period.