Mitsuri Cat Novels & Stories

In the quiet hum of the testing lab, amidst the sterile white walls and the gentle whirring of machinery, a small tabby cat slinked in through a partially open window. Its emerald eyes scanned the room, curiosity piqued by the sight of a lone bottle of milk sitting on a laboratory table. Hunger gnawed at its stomach, a primal urge that led it closer to the tantalizing scent of fresh dairy. The bottle, with its cap carelessly left open, beckoned like an oasis in the desert. With a swift paw, the cat nudged the bottle, sending it teetering towards the edge. The milk inside sloshed, a promise of nourishment and comfort.

"That was close, wasn't it, little friend?" Morgan murmured softly, gazing tenderly into the kitten's wide gray eyes. "You gave me quite a scare, you know that?" with all calm and kindness, he extended his hand towards the cat, who flinched even more and hissed loudly, showing the teeth, although it was visibly trembling "No need to be afraid, I don't want to warn you. I just want to make sure you're not hurt."

The cat asked, its eyes started to glittered with tears. Ming Yue felt that name was familiar and when she saw its teary eyes, she felt her heart ached. But why? why her heart ached for this black cat? She clearly remembered that she had never met this cat before. No, crossed that. She had never met a talking cat before. "I am Ling Mao from the Witch Clan!" The cat exclaimed. "The Witch Clan?!" All three people spoke in sync. Ghosts and evil spirits, heavenly beasts and now witch. Somehow Ming Yue encountered more and more mysteries of the world, yet.. somehow she had a feeling that this was just the tip of the iceberg...

— It’s a good comparison, but it doesn’t fit Aronohai Misa. With her easygoing character, her heterochromic eyes, and the controlled sense of danger she exudes— she’s more like an exotic large feline. Like a tiger pretending to be domesticated by a hare. Sakura would find the situation amusing, if she weren’t the ‘hare’ in question. She opens her mouth to try saying something but is cut off by Misa’s strange actions. The she-alpha drags Sakura’s palm down the side of her face and repeatedly nuzzles into it. Either she’s playing into her role of a tiger, or she really likes the scent of Sakura’s pheromones.

"You'll like it" Mystique scoffed. "We'll see about that" she whispered under her breath, turning her gaze away but the other person heard her perfectly. It was quiet for a while but the meow sound was what got her attention, she immediately reeled to find the man standing before her with a sliver fur color kitten. Her eyes widened as she grinned from ear to ear, she was instantly up on her feet, taking the kitten out from his arms to her embrace. "He's so cute" Mystique purred, rubbing her cheek against the kitten's soft furs. "And soft, just like a pillow" she giggled.

I do love her and I missed her terribly. “What is that?” She asks, and I turn my head to see what she is looking at. Mystique is watching us and I smile as I stand with Harmony in my arms and she shies away from the big cat. “This is Mystique. She won’t hurt you. I saved her too. Isn’t she beautiful?” I say as I hold my palm out for Mystique to sniff and chuff as she rubs her head against my hand. “What is she doing?” Melody asks and I explain that certain big cats like tigers chuff instead of purring when they are showing friendliness. Melody looks at her and I move to my knees as Mystique comes closer and chuffs at Melody and Melody tries to copy.

The tips of my ears burned. A shiver ran down to my tailbone, and a fluffy wolf tail threatened to manifest right then and there. Just then, a new notification popped up at the top of the screen. Rylan Blackthorn just posted a new Tweet. My finger shook as I tapped it. The message was brief: Mischievous kitten. The accompanying image shows a majestic Maine Coon cat, its fur identical to my wolf-like coat, resting its fluffy head affectionately on a slender, pale hand.

It didn't dare to make a sound, just staring at Eulalia without blinking. Misty's eyes were blue, like beautiful crystals. Its pupils were dilated and bright, reflecting Eulalia's figure. Although it couldn't speak, its gaze told Eulalia that it had waited for her for a long time and hoped she would pet it. Eulalia reached out with a trembling hand and gently stroked Misty's head. Misty instinctively wanted to rub its head against her hand but froze, remembering that its ear had been burned. Eulalia's heart ached. Misty was the most spirited cat she had ever seen. She bent down and carefully picked it up, placing a kiss on top of its head.

Cat fur started flying around since they were biting each other. In the end, Nathan held the new Persian cat in his arms. This cat belonged to Jessica initially, and its buttocks were burnt during a barbecue. It was abandoned since it was marred by a scar. Now, it was here with Hilda, and she named it 'Scorchy'. Nathan was touching the burnt cat's bottom when he saw Brian, who was recording each cat's progress.

Then she washed the dishes and went back to her room. Now, she's really ready to call it a freakin' night. She unfolded her blanket and warm herself up with it. Mizuko smiled, tomorrow is her 20th birthday, or should she say, today since it's past midnight. "Happy Birthday to you, self," Mizuko murmurs as she closed her eyes. When Mizuko had finally fallen into a slumber, a round fluffy cotton-like thing appeared in mid-air. It has small legs and feet like a cartoon fat bunny and its ears are like of those Scottish fold cats. Also, it has the cutest round puppy eyes that makes you in awe.