My Cat Attacked Me And Drew Blood Novels & Stories

Still bleeding. “Come with me,” I said, turning toward the stairs. I heard her soft footsteps behind me. She tugged lightly at the hem of my shirt as if to make sure I didn’t leave her behind. Such a scared little cat. In the room, I pointed for her to sit. Switching on the light, I pulled the first-aid box from the drawer and sat beside her. “You don’t have to—” she started, but I silenced her with a look. Taking a cotton swab dabbed with antiseptic, I cleaned the blood, then applied ointment. She hissed softly. I tried to be gentle, though my hands were firm. I could feel her gaze on me the entire time.

The white cat gently jumped and landed on Alex’s shoulder with ease. The cat’s green eyes stared at Alex who just turned around. Luna condensed demonic Chi in her hand and immediately grabbed the cat. “Meow!” Swoosh! The cat moved very fast, and a front paw ruthlessly scratched Luna on the back of her hand. Instantly, blood was streaming and the back of her hand had three lines of scratch marks. They were so deep that her bones were revealed. “Ouch!” Luna yelled in pain. Alex immediately reached his hand out to try to calm Luna who was about to go berserk. “Take it easy. This little thing seems to mean no harm.”

She had just seen a cat shot by a gun recently. The cat lay in its own blood and never opened its eyes again.

He asked worriedly while looking at her bandaged forehead, patched up nose and purple cheek. "Uhh, yeah. I am okay. It was just a stray cat around my house who attacked me out of nowhere. I had dealt with it a long time ago but it suddenly came back to the area again and started to disturb my peace. But don't worry, I will deal with it. This time in a way to close its chapter forever." She said with an evil look on her face. Richard looked at her while giving her a weird look. He left the place after giving her a small pat on the shoulder, without commenting anything.

I was ready to grab this beast and pin it down on the ground, when this cat surprisingly spun in the air, wrapping its tail around my neck and dragging me down to the ground with a choke! Its tail went tight around me as I struggled to rip it off. My eyes navigated to the point of the Tiger that stood close by in a perfect stance, ready to smash my head with his foot. Quickly, I ran my claw across its tail, giving it a big scratch that sent the Cat roaring out in pain. Stopping him from stomping his feet on my head. That got its tail rolling off my neck, giving me the chance to tackle this Cat down, with my fists launching multiple times at its face with all my energy.

Still handing her the glass of blood, “temper, temper, temper. I know how you can be when you are thirsty. Here… it is fresh and from a special breed.” Catherine drew her fangs and blazed towards him, “who tells you what I need right now is human blood, uh,” she held him up and flung him to one end of the room. The two glasses of blood he was holding shattered into pieces as he hit the wall on his back. By the time he put himself together, she flashed again to his position tossing him across the room again.

She released her grip on the pen instinctively. The pen fell onto the desk with a clattering sound and subsequently rolled down the desk to the floor. Having missed her mark, Catherine couldn't contain her rage any longer, she aimed her sharp nails toward Hannah's face. "You bitch! I won't let you off the hook! Go to hell!" As one of her hands had been restrained by Hannah, Catherine used her other hand to attack. However, she ended up losing her balance. She didn't have enough support in her abdomen and made direct contact with the edge of the desk, causing intense pain in her stomach.

What kind of crap did you feed my mom to make her turn on me? I pressed a hand against my burning cheek, my lips parting slightly. "I didn't—" But Kate wasn't having it. Having lost all reason, she drove the scissors deep into my shoulder. Blood stained her hands and soaked through my shirt. Evidently, she hadn't expected me to stay completely still.

“Sit down, you look like…” He stopped and patted my cheeks. I looked up. “Was that a dead cat? Did someone kill a cat on my property??!” Caspian’s raw look of anger was all the confirmation I needed. Springing up from the bed, I hurried to the door, almost tripping over my own feet, and ran outside, opening the back door and stepping out side. I saw the trail of blood first, a long line that lead to a cat’s smashed body almost hidden behind a lantana bush. The head was almost split open, a large gaping slash wound on it's side.

The armed man shouted in pain and tried to get rid of Joni, but to his dismay, he only got his already scarred face marked by another painful scratches and bites of my cat. Distracted, he lost hold of his weapon and dropped it on the floor. The corner of my lips rose up in a smug smirk. Kicking the man on his guts, he stumbled and was nearly thrown away on the window of my apartment. Joni hissed and immediately let go of the man. He was still hissing aggressively while his not totally healed furr rose up in aggression. "M-My face!" The man shouted in pain. I almost felt bad for him only if he wasn't trying to kill me today.