Med Cat 소설 & 이야기

She quickly gave him some bandages before he could scratch us. I went into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of milk to feed the cat. I also grabbed a bowl. I poured some milk into it and placed the bowl on the ground near the cat so it could drink. It cautiously stared at it for a few minutes before finally drinking it. Yet again, I see Matteo in the cat, he has trust issues due to abuse and so does the cat. "I'll take it to a vet soon so that they can flush out any harmful substances from its body," I said to Amelia.

At least they were familiar faces in this madhouse. But before I could take a single step toward them, a hand clamped onto mine. I turned, and my breath caught. Kika. Her eyes burned into mine, both her hands wrapped in thick bandages, crutches tucked awkwardly under her arms. How the hell is she even here? I thought, my stomach twisting. I paralyzed her… “Congratulations on becoming the 100th wild cat,” Kika said with a faint smile, her voice surprisingly calm. “Thank you,” I replied, trying to mirror her expression, though my gaze kept drifting to her bandaged arms. She looked like she was barely standing. “I’m really sorry for all this,” I added, gesturing toward her injuries.

He told that to other people—but not himself. His phone rang. He didn’t flinch. His fingers stilled on the glass as he reached for the device and answered, a coolness in his voice as he brought it to his ear. “Speak.” “Sir,” came the voice of the vet, Dr Martine, tentative, formal, filled with deference. “I’ve completed the procedure on the cat. There was something… unusual lodged in the intestinal lining. Not organic. I thought you might want to see it.” Nero stilled. The glass no longer moved in his hand.

Maria bathes the cat, looks at the nametag hanging from its collar, and sighs, “Your name is Eny? …Aren't you a male cat?" The fat cat tilted its head, meowing freely for two hours, that's right, Eny is a male cat, pregnant like a female cat, a pregnant male cat!

➳ "And you know he keeps a calendar for my periods? I pretended like I didn't notice it but I was so embarrassed. I mean I guess it's kind of sweet that he cares that much about me- Mittens? Where are you going?" Madeline perched herself up the edge of the tub to look at the cat, who was just sitting on the counter a few seconds ago. "I was talking to you. It's really rude to just leave in the middle of a conversation like that. I know you're just a cat, but still."

"Oh, he has stomach cramps, and the vet said I should leave him at the clinic for now so they can take care of him." "Really?" He asked with a frown, "I never thought that cats also get stomach cramps." "Inflammation of the intestines. Some cats have allergies, sometimes related to their kidneys or what they eat. They will check to see if Milky has bacteria or parasites." "That could be," Ryker said, smiling. I was speechless, and so was he, so the whole room was awkward. I don't know how long we didn't talk because we just sat next to each other on the couch.

She opened the door and Martina walked inside, Caterina didn’t bother to look at her when she came in, she dragged her feet to the fridge to get a bottle of water. “At least you would help me with what I bought for dinner, are you mad at me?” Martina asked and Caterina sighed, she turned to look at her and was almost speaking up when her mouth wide open in awe. “Oh my… Is that a chow chow?” She asked with a very wide smile on her face. She was so happy, and she ran back to Martina and bent down to look at their new pet. “Oh God, it is a she or he?” Caterina asked excitedly.

Fuck Marica , I have my own mate now to take care of. My kitten.

Toma explained. Maggie rushed over to me, “Katalea, I can’t message him anymore. He messaged me earlier that he was running late, but he would be back for the coronation ceremony.” “How long has he been on the mainland?” I ask. “He is there most days, and sometimes sleeps at the inn in town. He has been slowly searching for more of our kind and recruiting those he can.” Mr. Kalb said, joining the conversation. “Have there been many other werecats found?” I asked, this was potentially great news.

When she knows with certainty that I will take a step further if she is ready. I asked excitedly, "Are you sure, kitten?" She smiled and said, "If it makes you happy." I retorted to her, "But I want both of us to be happy if we take any step further." If she is not ready, how can she think I won't go any further if she isn't ready? She needs to know that we are working together. She is a virgin, and only eighteen. I need to take it slow for her. She is my mate. I am so proud to actually call someone my mate. My genuine mate. My adorable little kitten.