My Cat Is A Bit Different Novels & Stories

Three part-time jobs a day, sixteen-hour shifts, nonstop. Word spread among my coursemates: Scarlett had gone mad, struck by a disease that would kill her if she were without cats. I didn't care. All I wanted was to protect my two precious cats. Over time, I grew accustomed to this punishing lifestyle. Then, Luna became pregnant—and gave birth to a little snow-white bundle. I named the kitten Snowy. The true little demon had arrived. … I had never seen a cat so white. So pure that even snow seemed dull in comparison.

Instinctively, she took a step back. A white Persian cat, one eye blue, the other yellow, looked at her with great satisfaction. Felicia's snow-white hands held the little cat, and she smiled, "Why are you scared, third younger sister? This is the long-haired cat that Eldest Brother sent to me. Look, it's so cute!" Emma recognized this cat from her previous life; it was Felicia's beloved pet, a proud and stubborn creature that once scratched Phil's tiny hands, making them bleed.

I have never felt so wrong about someone, how could I have mistaken him for a devil once? "let's cut the cake," He said. He got up to slice the cake and two Siamese voices grew louder. “See?” he asked, when the cats appeared on either side of him, their faces lifted as they meowed, sounding for all the world like little children. “They have unique voices, don’t they?” I asked, fascinated. I tried to touch them. "They have claws and they aren’t shy about using them,” he added with a warning glance. “Go slowly, and everything will be all right.”

“Most women come back with less clothes on when I’m around.” “I’m not like most women.” “I see, and something tells me you rather enjoy being different. I’m right, aren’t I?” I swallow hard, wrapping my robe tight around my body. What a loaded question. “Yeah. I do. Being normal is overrated.” I sink down on the couch, and Binx jumps up in my lap. Freya, a gray tabby, circles the couch, giving Lucas the stink eye, and Pandora, an orange-white-and-black calico sits on the bottom stair, growling.

He wasn’t even a dog man and looking at him now, giving Lync so much affection I melt completely. My heart is heavy with happiness and pain for my unforgotten feline, and I just stare at her, seeing more similarity to him now. The little angry face despite purring away. The way her fur starts strong and red and fades to almost white by the time it reaches her tail. Unusual striping and a lot of personality in that silent little stare she has fixed on me.

“Hey, where did you come from?” Philip could not help but exclaim. He was shocked by this little guy. It was so elusive that he did not even notice it. Maybe he was careless the first time, but not noticing it the second time meant the problem lay with this little guy. It did not seem to be an ordinary cat! With that thought in mind, Philip grabbed the cat and looked at it carefully. The cat did not resist and allowed Philip’s touch. After watching for a long time, Philip found that the cat was indeed a little different.

Even the old man doesn’t have that talent. Cai Kang noticed the cat staring at her. “What’s with this cat?” She said noticing its back. It looks patched and scarred. It probably got attacked by dogs or had an abusive owner. Noticing him, the cat became more hostile. “Geez kitty, I’m not gonna hurt you.” She said sweetly. “There now, be careful. I just healed your wound. Don’t get yourself hurt again.” The cat continued to growl. It got Cai Kang suspicious and she tried to pet the cat before it scratched him.

She blinked up at me, and I almost got weak knees. My chest tightened. “Is... is that a cat?” I whispered, even though it was obvious. “Yeah.” He rubbed the back of his neck, looking everywhere but at me. “A Khao Manee. The lady said it’s a rare breed.” I was down the last three steps before he finished. I dropped to my knees immediately and reached for the cat. She didn’t flinch as she walked straight into my outstretched hands. Her fur was so soft it felt like clouds.

The cat said, immediately flying over and approaching Miss Lin. "Huh? It can fly and talk? Is he really Miss Lin’s uncle?” Long Chen thought, feeling suspicious but also realizing that the cat in front of him could fly and its aura wasn’t much like that of an ordinary cat. Long Chen couldn’t sense any power from the cat, so there was only one possibility: the white cat in front of him possessed power far beyond his own.

The bell jingled and I looked at the door. It was that same black I saw before, it casually walked across the room, jumped on the counter and then onto the shoulders of the man behind it. I looked at him and it suddenly hit me. Oh. That must be Milio. So that cat is Milio’s familiar. I should have known, they both have the same condition of heterochromia. One of their eyes was blue while the other was brown. Milio had his hands joined in front of him and he smiled at me when I looked at him.