Novel & Cerita My Cat Attacked Me And Drew Blood

How could she bear to witness such a scene? “I’ll tear your mouth out!” Catherine shrieked as she lunged at Serenity. Serenity dodged her attack, but Catherine wasn’t so lucky, and she tripped and fell face-first into the door frame of the restaurant. Blood soon began pouring down her forehead. “How dare you?! You... you murderer! Are you gonna kill me too?!” Catherine exploded the moment she caught sight of blood. She then turned to her husband, who was standing nearby. “Did you see what your daughter tried to do?!”

As the wolf reached me, I dropped low beneath its snapping jaws, driving my extended claws upward into its exposed throat with all the force my body could muster. The wolf choked, its heavy body slamming into me and knocking us both to the stone floor. Fresh, hot blood splattered across my nightgown. I shoved the dying beast off me, panting heavily, my emerald eyes sweeping the room. Catherine was struggling against the gray wolf, its jaws snapping inches from her neck. I scrambled to my feet, grabbed the heavy obsidian water tray Britney had left on the table, and smashed it violently against the back of the gray wolf’s head.

a soft meowing sound drew my attention to a massive cat sitting on the floor staring blankly at me. It was adorable, and my animal-loving instincts kicked in. "Awwn, you're so cute." I could not stop the temptation to pet it. The cat's eyes narrowed at my actions. It let out a sharp hiss before lunging at me with its claws out. It didn't like me.

I slammed him on the wall, producing a cracking noise, before he could even stoop to fetch something. I saw red and repeatedly slammed his head against the wall as he grunted while clutching his head. After a few more smashes, I turned to my kitten. I knelt beside her as I removed my suit jacket to cover her. My gaze never strayed from hers as I wrapped her in my jacket and witnessed the extent of the devastation they had done to her. Every part of her body was soaked in blood. She appeared to be on the verge of passing out. I stroked her matted hair with my fingers and murmured, “Kitten, you will be OK. Do not close your eyes on me.”

I carry it to the table, and open it to take out two rolls of gauze. I quickly snip a long piece off and then begin cutting it down the middle for my poor little kitty. I then wrap her leg gently and she meows, not happy with it, but I hold her in place as she struggles, not letting me tie it. “Malevolent, behave.” I scold lightly. “Here, I’ll help.” He says and I allow him. His hands are already healed, and only a few extremely faint scratches remain. “So, what made you move out here at this time of year?”

Startled, I quickly pulled back, still trying to process what had happened, when the designated driver spoke with surprise. “Sir, I’m so sorry. A cat suddenly darted out in front of us.” We got out to check, and sure enough, there was a tabby cat in the middle of the road. Its front left paw had been pierced by a nail and was bleeding. It was so thin that its bones were visible beneath its soaked fur, but its belly was swollen, indicating it was pregnant. The rain falling on its frail body made the poor creature look even more pitiful. Fortunately, the car hadn’t hit the tabby. It let out a low, warning growl and bared its teeth at us as if trying to intimidate us into leaving.

But the thing that got me was when we obviously already passed by the building where he lives, when I checked if he had already turned around to get inside that building, I frowned when I saw that he was still walking as if he didn't see that and his eyes were still on me. He really is following me, isn't he?! I was about to approach him again and ask why he didn't get inside the building yet, but my attention had been immediately diverted as I heard two cats fighting at the side of the road. One was a big black aggressive bully cat and the other was one helpless skinny white cat trying to defend itself and save its life. Right before my eyes, I saw how the big black cat attacked the pitiful

The cat continued to scratch until it suddenly developed sharp claws and began to tear through his clothes. “Sir,” I began but I trailed off. He turned his dreadful eyes away from me, while the animal continued its digging. Soon enough, the cat had torn through his clothes and started to tear through his skin. Slowly, its paws and nails were stained with more and more blood. I didn't need to be told to leave.

Before she could change course, I dug my feet into the earth and took a sharp left. Tackling the deadly cat, we rolled a little before she threw me off of her and I kept going until I lost momentum. She growled at me as I quickly pulled myself up and prepared myself for her assault. Lunging for my face, I rolled beneath her, punching her stomach twice before she twisted mid air and used her back paws to scratch at my arm. I hissed at the pain but kept my eyes on her, knowing she would spring on me the second I broke eye contact.

"Any chance we could talk this out?" My new tiger friend doesn't give me enough time to react before launching himself at me. Claws make contact with my stomach, ripping the fabric and making me tumble backward. A scream burst from my mouth. I can feel my skin growing hot as blood trickles down my jeans. Never in my entire life have I been severely injured. I pulled a girl's hair back in third grade, and she sucker-punched me, but that was nothing compared to the open wound on my stomach. Wincing in pain, I move to the trees, closing my eyes when the roaring werecat punches me in the gut. There are no claws this time. Still, I fall flat onto my back with all oxygen leaving my lungs—this guy