Mitsuri Cat Novels & Stories

Katia played with the two puppies they had found. At the vet's office, she was told that the puppy she found was a Pomeranian, about two weeks old, with white and black fur, resembling a panda bear. The kitten was an exotic cat, a Persian variant, the same age as the puppy, with ash-gray fur. Both puppies were about the size of Alyre's hands. The happiness on Katia's face was evident. ...

She laughed as my surprised expression, and I nodded eagerly, going over to sit beside her by the bed when she began narrating her story. Niana explained that her kind had a deep connection to their feline nature, with their agility, independence, and a strong sense of family bonds. She shared stories of her family's history and the different werecat clans that roamed the world. I listened with fascination, eager to broaden my horizons beyond the world of wolves that I had always known.

The way it meows seems to be saying ‘My, my’. I looked behind. A pair of orange coloured cat eyes reflected the moonlight— which it surprised me. What surprised me is— the cat is normal sized, and it is alone. Compared to the big Cithaeron lions and the enormous Fenrir wolves, this cat`s size is normal to any household pet. It is a black cat. It speaks. Then, this must be the misfortune cat.

As usual Dita in staying away Jay, but there is a different Dita is not alone she was accompanied by a gray-haired cat, can be said to be a British short hair cat that was bought by Jay so that Dita was not lonely at home. Dita fed the cat while stroking her fur. "Eat a lot." The cat also ate with gusto. "What name suits you? Ashes? Mochi? But I like the name mochi, " ucap Dita.

A dramatically stern woman's voice pierces the air. Completely startled yet again, I whirl around in its direction only to come across a lady with her hands set on her hips standing feet away. She appears to be in her late 50's. "And my cat's name is Haruki, it's a male." She states. Even from my vantage, I could clearly distinguish the merriment dancing in her blue-grey eyes as her lips carve into a warm smile. Her head is full of long thick and silvery hair that is plaited in a side braid.

"I got her when I was twelve and dyed her fur yellow cause she loves the color. I wanted to name her yellow but I had six other cats with the same name so I dyed her fur pink and named her pink. Then I got another cat a week later. She had the whitest fur with beautiful blue eyes. Looking at her for the first time, she took a large chunk of my heart so after a few minutes, I named her Michael Jackson"

As they got in, she did not turn back but instead talked to them. “I take it that you brought what I asked for” she said as she turned her chair, which made them realize that she was holding to a cat all the while. The cat was black, with black irises that gave one creeps. Looking at the skin exposed at her collar bones made them realize that she was indeed old. She stood from the seat and walked towards them while holding the cat, which purred softly as she stroked it. “Yes, I do. They are the ones that have the special combination to make this work. I have searched and in the entire world they are the only ones who have mated human and wolf and had a viable offspring.”

However, the longer I spoke with them and the more people I spoke to, I realized they either didn't see it, or they weren't going to feed into the bullshit of media tales. Even if it were true. "Yes. Thought I would get some rest in before my flight in a few hours. Just you home?" "I don't know. I just got in myself. Knew it was your last day so I took off early, swung by to feed missy and headed here." Amari's cat Missy is a one eyed, three-legged fur ball that she obtained from Amy's veterinary clinic, but Amari loves her, so we don't say anything. "You mind if I ask you something?" Amari asks while walking into the kitchen.

Two inquisitive black noses stuck out and watched Emily enter the room. Going to her knees, Emily sat beside Zenya and spoke gently to the she-cat. "Hi Zenya, I am also new to this world and in need of friends. I know of no differences between the cats and wolves. I just want friends that will care for me and allow me to care about them." Zenya smiled shyly and raised her eyes briefly to Emily's. Sierra chose that instance to fly out from under the crib and give Emily a small nip before running back to her brother's side.