Mitsuri Cat Novels & Stories

The bell jingled and I looked at the door. It was that same black I saw before, it casually walked across the room, jumped on the counter and then onto the shoulders of the man behind it. I looked at him and it suddenly hit me. Oh. That must be Milio. So that cat is Milio’s familiar. I should have known, they both have the same condition of heterochromia. One of their eyes was blue while the other was brown. Milio had his hands joined in front of him and he smiled at me when I looked at him.

Miasma! Miasma emerged from the waves of gossamer curtains, smiling shyly, her eyes hooded, small chin lowered. In her arms lay Fierce, sleeping peacefully. Ilyria reached out and stroked the kitten’s soft little back. Something was not right. She stroked the kitten’s soft little back, covered with smooth fur. She stepped back. Don’t worry, Ilyria, everything will be alright, sang the voices. Miasma stepped forward and now her arms were empty. She pulled Ilyria to her and pressed her tender lips against Ilyria’s.

(Madam Reanga) A new customer, Madam Reanga comes and placed her order, which Old Mento went straight to prepare them. Mamda Reanga is a Demi-Human of Cat Clan, her fluffy claw hand and cat ears always wiggling like crazy when she visited the Wet Market. But her words also made everyone nodded in agreements, everyone knew that all Oceanic Foods were premium and luxury, but now they can get it and dine on like no tomorrow, with just a few credits.

Miks is a gentle and timid cat, isa siyang enkantadong pusa(spiritual cat) na napagpag sa mundo ng mga tao sa kadahilanang, gusto niyang makita kung ano ang nasa labas ng kanilang mundo. Miks is gentle and timid cat so he test his courage and wits with great length efforts and afterwards was sent by the prince of spiritual cat, and was also the one to accompany him in his lonliest time. But, with the condition for him to fend for himself and find himself an owner to take care of himself.

"Ahh!" She whipped her hand back, and Kevan looked down to see three obvious scratch marks on the back of her hand. The Ragdoll breed meant that Muffin's personality was one of clingy obedience. Although she liked playing with humans, she would never bite or claw at others like mischievous domestic cats. This was the first time she had done it ever since her birth.

"Listen to me." Something in his tone stilled me. I didn't dare to move in his arms. He seemed to exhale softly, yet the grip around my waist did not loosen. He was still holding onto my tail with his free hand. "I once had a cat." He fell silent for a long time after that. In fact, it was so long I thought he wouldn't continue. Then, he spoke again. His voice was very soft, and he sounded almost nonchalant about it. "It was called Powder. It had pink and white fur, too. Just like you."

"It's alright," she said, though she didn't mean it. "Did you hear that, Code? Your name's not so bad after all. Funny how you still ignore me when I call you." Jack chuckled. "What kind of cat is he? He's huge," Jessie asked while stroking Code with open curiosity. "He's a Maine Coon. Also, Ronny bought me that fluffy, intimidating one over there with the blue eyes. That's a Siberian." Jack introduced the cats one by one.

have found me so fast. She shoved the thought down. Hard. Across the yard, Jasmine and Kika were locked in a brutal spar. Jasmine—wild cat number 89—was dominating, landing elbow strikes and knee drives that had Kika (101) staggering. Serial stood at the edge of the mat, arms crossed, shouting critiques. “Too slow, 101! You fight like you’re scared of pain—newsflash, it’s coming anyway!” Jasmine swept Kika’s legs; Kika hit the mat hard. Serial barked a laugh. Then her gaze shifted. Landed on Riley. A slow, predatory smile curled her lips. “Oh look who we have here,” Serial called, loud enough to draw eyes from every corner of the yard. “The runaway wild cat. Quite surprising how out of the

Phew, how I visited the Finnish steam room, honestly . After enduring the torture of a moralizing dinner, Louis quickly retired to his room, opened his laptop and found that Kit had changed avatars - everywhere and everywhere. Now with each baring his teeth in a rather scary grin, the Cheshire cat from one of the gothic toys about Alice in Wonderland. Slanted predatory eyes and a tattooed muzzle. And between his ears, the inscription flashed - Kitty wanna play ... Lou somehow felt uneasy, both from the avatar and from this inscription. It looks like his girl is not in a good mood... However, it's hard to blame her for this... He remembered the trick of the Sydney fans and again felt a fit of

Meow Within Mu Huanhuan’s sea of consciousness, a white cat that had been lying still suddenly stirred. Its face showed an inexplicable restlessness as it circled around Mu Huanhuan. This woke the young woman from her training; Mu Huanhuan furrowed her brow at the kitten’s behavior. Up until now, the cat had never acted strangely; the little cat had simply followed Mu Huanhuan and slept in her sea of consciousness. But this time, it seemed restless as if troubled by something. Mu Huanhuan carefully picked up the cat. “Come on, tell me what’s going on?” Mu Huanhuan asked, pressing her forehead against the cat’s.