My Cat Is A Bit Different Novels & Stories

“It’s so pitiful! Molly, you wouldn’t just stand by and let it die, would you?” I gave a cursory nod. “If you want to keep it, go ahead.” Raines’ smile froze on her face. Our neighbor, Jake, leaned in to advise me against keeping the manul. “This cat looks different from ordinary cats. It might not turn out well.” I knew Jake meant well. He hoped I would refuse. In my past life, I had done exactly that, only to end up with my family destroyed. Thinking of all that happened before, my heart ached.

"When a fae has lived for several ages, the feral part of us grows stronger." "Feral?" She asks. "Like a cat?" "A cat? More like a primal creature that relies on instinct and basic needs." "So, a cat." She nods. "The only cats I know of are the shifting panthers of the Twisted Pines, and I suppose they are somewhat feral, but are more known for cheating at cards than anything else." I stand in front of her and press a hand to her cheek where a scratch veers toward her ear. "I'm so sorry you saw me like that, little one. Are you hurt?"

Rub his face, he returns home. Laying on the bed, he stares at the ceiling blankly. He scrolls his phone, and suddenly he stops at one account, requesting his approval. The picture is a white cat with big round green eyes. That cat somehow looks like certain someone that he knows. Fragile, cute, and soft from the outside look. But it also fierce, and do not forget that they too had claws that can hurt people. Even though it looks so cute, it also had a violent side. That person only posts one status on her page. "Funny on how fate and destiny made us meet again."

he says with a chuckle pulling me up in his arms. "She's not a real cat, why does she act like it?" Seth the new guy asks why does he care? "She is a kitten, she's half cat, which means she acts just like one," Zane explains kissing the top of my head as I growled at him, just like Mathew taught me. "Come on little lion, let's go get you your bottle," he says taking me toward the kitchen and getting a bottle ready for me as I laid my head against his shoulder, I'm tired, but tomorrow I'm going to get to the bottom of this new guy's situation.

"Are you headed home?" I nodded. "That was the plan. I have to go and feed my cat." I told him, he raised his eyebrows in surprise. "I didn't know you had a cat." I shrugged. "He's a very chubby, orange tabby cat that takes much more space than he needs to and I love him to death." He smiled, nodding. He stepped away from the elevator. "He sounds cute." I nodded once, firmly. "He is." I said assuredly.

"Why would I want to discuss cats?" She returned my low growl. "Your female cats are ashamed of their beast. It's ingrained from birth. Have you noticed the women and baby don't shift?" I hadn't paid attention, but now, thinking of it, what she said was true. "And I'm supposed to change this?" I walked a foot closer. "How?"

“whose cat is it?” Elliot questions, narrowing his eyes at Milo. I panic as if I've been placed onto the hot seat. I schooled my features in front of the mirror a hundred times last night. I know what to say but I can't bring myself to be confident. I knew Elliot would ask this question. My Milo is a big cat. The small white spot near his head sets him apart from other cats. Elliot had played with Milo that day. Of course, he remembers Milo.

As soon as Angela sat down, she saw a sleek tabby cat dart out from the bushes, circling around her legs and meowing as if begging for food. "Here. You can feed it this." Finn pulled out two sausages from his bag, tore open the wrappers, and handed them to Angela. Angela accepted them with a smile, her gaze softening. She thought of Mitsy, whose temperament was especially gentle. Whenever she returned home, the little cat would climb onto her lap obediently, tilt its head, and ask for pets. This cat, however, had long, narrow pupils, making it seem more like a little king of the mountain that should not be messed with.

What had taken her half an hour now only took a few minutes. “They can’t pinpoint where we are by the descriptions just yet. They are on alert, awaiting any more news from us.” “What other things can werecats do?” She asked, hesitating only a fraction of a second. He caught the brief hesitation. “You don’t have to worry. We don’t hunt people, and I would never hurt you. Just like humans, we are all different. Some are better at physical abilities, like hunting. I am better at the magic aspect.” With that he flipped over his hand and held out an apple. He winked as she took it, glad to see the fear erased from her eyes.

“Yeah. That too, but if Lilac helps her then I’m all for it.” “Strange name for a cat.” “Yeah, but she said her wolf Leila picked it. She said it was because the cat smells like Lilacs.” “Cats have scents other the food?” “I guess so. I don’t see why they couldn’t. All animals have some kind of scent. Why can’t a cat smell like lilacs. We wolves each have our own distinct scents. Makes sense that cats do to.” “Yeah. I guess. How do you feel about eventually living with a cat?”