Memes Grumpy Cat Novels & Stories

"She gets kinda grumpy when she doesn't eat enough meat, but other than that, she's a pussycat." I growled because that was going a bit too far.

I hope she's ok, I haven't seen her since yesterday,when she left with the strange guy at the club, I need to take a cold shower, it's been a long weird day, hmm these clothes would help me remember Mr grumpy, I need to keep it safe, he might come to me after a millions years Asking for the money back. After taking a cold bath, I felt relaxed, and my conscience was at ease, I could start all over, first I need to eat something, I am famished, luckily there were leftovers in the refrigerator Mac and cheese. I could eat a whole bowl right now, it's been twenty minutes and Kate hasn't returned my calls, maybe she's busy, with her newly found friend, or maybe she's in trouble the Kate I know wou

What’s he doing here? “Grumpy?” his brows immediately creased in annoyance. Uhh…isn’t it true, though? “I have a name, tsk.” “There it is. Mr. Grumpy.” I chuckled when he groaned. This guy seriously has a short fuse. “Anyways, what are you doing here mister? Are you stalking me?” He scoffed at my remark. “In your dreams, woman. And stop calling me, mister. You're making me look old.”

Just Humphrey. I feed the grumpy cat and collapse onto the couch, still in my wet bikini and towel.

So I pulled out my phone again, this time scrolling through my saved folder labeled “EMERGENCY GIGGLES.” I found a meme I knew would work. A sketchy cartoon cat trying to play a grand piano with arms that were way too short. It was dumb. Like, impressively dumb. “Look at this,” I said, turning the screen toward him. He glanced at it. Blinked. Then let out a snort. “That’s so stupid,” he said. “But you smiled.” “No, I didn’t.” “You totally did.” He rolled his eyes, took a long sip of juice, then bumped his shoulder into mine. “Okay. Maybe I did.”

Pushing my panties down along with my pajama pants, I was soon completely naked except for my super sexy cat socks. He glanced at my socks, which had Grumpy Cat’s grumpy visage on them. “Is that a cat?” he said. “Come on, it’s Grumpy Cat. Do you even internet? May she rest in peace.” He shook his head, laughing softly. Then my stupid socks were forgotten the moment he pushed my legs open and parted my pussy folds. He slicked one finger through them. “You’re soaking wet.”

I taunted him. "Nothing is enough," he huffed. "Should I break your skull or chop off your finger? And then, you can imagine the 'oh ho ho ho' tone in your mind in the background," I jokingly threatened him. (Oh ho ho ho is a song that's widely used as a meme for depicting sad or fucked up situations in India) "What the fuck? I am upset and crying over here and you're imagining about a meme in such a serious situation?" He complained.

Archer murmured, his voice husky with sleep as he pressed a tender kiss to my forehead. I chuckled softly, turning to face him with a playful glint in my eyes. "Good morning to you too, Mr. Grumpy," I teased, poking him gently in the ribs. Archer's lips twitched with amusement as he feigned offense. "Mr. Grumpy? I'll have you know that I'm the picture of happiness and bubbliness," he declared with mock anger. I laughed, shaking my head in amusement. "Of course, darling. That frown that is always resting on your face is a frown of happiness," I quipped, punctuating my words with exaggerated air quotes.

Her fingers trembled as she scrolled. “Bro she’s INSANE” “Ethan run 😭” “Psycho girlfriend energy” “She belongs in jail wtf” Elena clicked out of that post and the next one loaded so fast. A meme this time. Her face photoshopped onto the Hulk’s body, mid-rampage. Caption: “Elena when you forget to text back.” Then another. Her face on a tiger, roaring. “Don’t mess with Elena Cruz.” Then another. Her with exaggerated muscles and a unibrow. “Roid rage Elena.”

He murmurs into my ear. “I’m sure you’re not, Grumpy.”