My Cat Attacked Me And Drew Blood Novels & Stories

I said punching his shoulder and winked at him. “Yeah we can talk about your strength later Mrs.malhotra” he said pinching my nose. “Tell me why my cute kitten is holding another kitten” he asked referring to the cat. “Karthik see this cat had injury in its leg and it need treatment” I said. “Cutiepie rain is getting heavy….. You can treat the cat inside come” he said smiling placing his hand on the small of my back guiding me inside, we went to our room. He made me sit on the chair and handed me a towel and first aid kit.

It seemed like it was going to rain heavily. Charity looked up and said softly to the skinny cat, “Oh well, do you want to… come home with me? My house is quite spacious.” The cat meowed before it looked down and ate the fish seriously. Charity thought the cat agreed, so she stretched out her hand to hug it. However, the wild cat ended up extending its sharp claws and scratching the back of her hand, leaving a scar on her hand. “Tsk, tsk. Are you having a brain fart moment? This wild cat is highly vigilant. Did you think it was similar to a domestic cat?”

I collapsed on top of her. "Up, up, up," she was saying a few minutes later, "we've got to get back." "I know," I managed to say getting to my feet. I turned to look for my shorts and Kat gasped. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry?" "What?" I said as I turned back around. "You're...you're bleeding, I scratched you...kind of deep." I reached a hand over my shoulder and it came back bloody. Kat looked at he hands and saw the blood under her nails.

They were transported— but where to…? “Why… are you here… human…?” When the cat’s voice came across my ears, I turn to find the cat, where she’s looking at me with a surprised look. Crap, I forgot. The moment that man leaves— no one is able to maintain the barrier. Facing the black cat, who just recovered from their injury with healing magic… “Nya!” …I find my body to be cut diagonally down across my chest by the claws of the Misfortune Cat.

Neil could not take on those men, so he turned to vent his anger on me instead. "Say something!" Ella, who was in my arms, was awakened by his outburst and began crying loudly. Leah quickly stepped between us and reached out her hands, trying to take the baby from me. "Claire, what you did was wrong. This cat doesn't belong to you or Neil. She belongs to her original owner! Even though her owner is dead, the cat is still hers, isn't she? What right do you have to get rid of her?"

Cat wasn’t sure if she should say anything to calm Claudia down or just keep quiet. Cat raised a hand to something wet running down her face, wiping it away. Cat looked at her hand. Blood! She was bleeding. Cat tried to prop herself up on the stall without using her left hand, laying that useless over her stomach. She had to protect her babies, lifting her right leg, bending the knee and planting her foot on the floor. Never taking her eyes now off the woman in front of her. Her eyes couldn’t focus, and Claudia almost looked like a double image. She just needed to stay safe until someone found her.

She snarled at me as I growled, my eyes darkening as I looked at her hands, all the blood on her hands, all because she couldn’t get what she wanted. She tried to lunge at me but I swerved out of the way, when another siren attacked me from behind, her nails in my flesh as I pulled her off me, grabbing her by the neck as my claws deep into her tearing the flesh from her neck as I dropped her to the ground. Maribelle gasped as she came at me but kicked her back and she fell on her knees. “Is he worth all of this?” She asked me as I growled, walking towards her.

I said to him but she just continued to smile. "Don't worry about me, Catherine. I gonna be fine as soon as you're out of our lives" She said as she slowly approached me again with the knife raised. She slashed at me and I docked in time but the next swing of the knife did not miss. She slashed at me, hitting my right leg. I immediately collapsed down and blood started running down my leg.

He bites my ear hard enough to draw blood before he walks away. A moment later I hear his steps come back towards me and I stiffen my entire body against the bed post trying to prepare for whats coming. Without words, without warning I feel the sting of multiple claws dig into my back and then rip my skin open as he drags it backwards ready to strike again. A traditional cat o nine tails with actual claws, the preferred implement of sick fuckers.

If I get the bastard, I'm going to drive the blade straight into his black heart and I'll gladly go to jail for it. I march towards my bedroom, my mouth set into a hard line. I see that the door has been left open which is definitely not the way I left it. The anger simmers under my skin. "Get the fuck out you bastard!!!!!". I scream into the empty house. "You are still a sick, twisted piece of shit aren't you? Show yourself!!!!". But I'm only met with echoes of my own voice. No one comes out. I pant heavily and storm forward to kick open the door to my room. And when I see it, the first thing I do is back out of the room and scream, the knife in my hand clattering to the floor in a noisy me