Mii Cat Novels & Stories

She gave Mia a tight slap. “She's right. You're a bitch!” Catherine's tone was cold. “You're a mongrel who grew up in the slums. You should go back to where you belong, not here!” “If that's what you think, you're wrong.” Mia, who had a red slap mark on her cheek, raised her head and glared viciously at Catherine. “I'll let father know who is really valuable to him!” The surroundings suddenly fell into silence, Catherine and Mia looked at each other for a few seconds. A wheelchair rattled from one corner of the house, followed by a series of claps of hands.

Mia suddenly realized herself after she had dumped the smoothie on Lakshmi, her necklace was also glowing again but she didn't notice. Her walk home was a lonely one as usual, she was passing by a tree when she saw a cat stuck in a tree. It was so high up and it looked scared. Mia hated animals but she also knew what it felt like to be alone and helpless.

Elle laid back on the bed. "Not happening," Mia said climbing on the bed with her cat. she dragged Elle's legs while her cat licked her face. Elle hastily stood up when the cat licked her face "Fine! let's go" Mia let out a yes while the cat was running around the bed in excitement. Elle and Mia went to the mall before coming back after five hours of Mia picking what she called the perfect dress and accessories. Returning to the office Mia said they were also going to the spa tomorrow.

Niki smiled, looking at the ginger cat that walked in alongside Alma. The cat mewed at her, taking a place in the middle of the sofa as if he owned the place. “Girls, I also brought some Morning Mojito!” Niki smiled, placing a jar of mojito on the table. She looked at the lazy furball, “I’ve got you too, Burbus. I brought you some catnip!”

'880 grand. 880 grand. Dried fish snacks, tuna, a luxury cat tree,' I thought. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath as if to gather every ounce of strength I had. "M-Master." That single word flipped a switch. I saw Ian's pupils visibly contract behind his refined gold-rimmed glasses. His Adam's apple bobbed as though he were savoring the word. Several seconds passed before he finally forced out a reply. "Good."

He pulled off his sleeping robe and said, "Take a good look at this." "You're a hooligan!" Mia covered her eyes instinctively, but then she peeked at him through the gap between her fingers. At a glance, Mia was shocked and murmured, "Neil, did you go out and fight last night?" Neil said, "Yesterday, I met a wild cat and a little mad dog and were bitten by them..." "Whose cat was that? It's ferocious!" If he wanted to scold her, she would pretend to be innocent, that it was not her fault. She wanted to pretend that she was very gentle last night and she knew nothing about it.

I should have asked Kane what colour the cat by the security quarters was. “What’s her name?” I asked the blond, middle-aged woman. She flashed me a warm smile. “She doesn’t have one yet. You can decide that.” Alina would give her one. I’d picked a female cat, because… well, I felt that male animals were more difficult to control. “This is a Khao Manee breed,” she continued, gesturing to the cot in front of me where the cat purred softly. “They are usually pure white just like this, with beautiful eyes. Isn’t she a cutie?”

He says, stuffing his mouth with chips. I glare at him. “Do you want to hear this or not?” He motions at me to continue with a chip between his fingers. I ponder upon my next words before letting out a sigh internally. Ray knows nothing about my meeting with him. It's safe. So, I continue, “Anyway, so my cousin has this… nerd he saved. A really annoying nerd, all glasses and smug ass attitude, you know the type?” I say, adding some other irrelevant details so he won't connect the dots.

She says before walking off. I follow her quickly not wanting to be left behind. I see this massive hairy black cat when we round the corner. Mia stops in front of it. “Master is out, go back to sleep you brut.” She says walking past it. It growls at her before it spots me. The cat walks up to me and leans into me. I crouch down and pet him. Stroking under its head. “Hello there pretty little kitty. What’s your name?” I ask. I had a little kitten when I was a child, but my father found her and sold her to the neighbors.

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.