My Cat Sneezed Blood Novels & Stories

“Are you serious? You aren’t exaggerating?” “I wish I was. The smell is stuck in my nose. She doesn’t have the air conditioning on, and the heat is just making the decay worse. It’s the foulest thing I’ve ever encountered,” Richard said. He wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead. “Are you sure it’s an animal?” I whispered. My stomach gave a sharp, nauseous jolt. Richard nodded firmly. “It’s a cat. I saw the fur. There’s no mistaking it.”

Even my throat feels itchy as a gigantic lump made itself at comfy there. I start coughing that my knees tremble as they give out underneath me, and my hands are facing the plastic floor when I feel my knees on the floor. I cough till I cough up blood. "Kate, slow the fuck down!" Max is already at my side. How he rushed up to me, I can't tell. But he pulls me up and carries me in his arms.

She grabbed the scissor from the drawer and started to unwrap the box. When she opened it, she also threw the box and it fell on the floor. The maids went inside the kitchen when they heard her scream. One maid picked up the box on the floor. Samantha began to tremble when she saw again the head of the back cat which is pure of blood. She began to breathe rapidly and her hands were shaking, one maid approaches her and tried to calm her down but when she looked again at the head of the cat, she fainted.

Kate touched her bleeding nose. "Kate, lay down," Matt helped her lie down and wiped the blood on her nose with a tissue. "Did you feel anything? Cramps or pain or something?" Matt said he put his hand on Kate's forehead but he didn't feel anything. "I'll call the doctor, hold on a second." Before Matt turned to leave, Kate took his hand and held it down. "No please no I'm fine," Kate said and Matt saw her face. "I'm okay sir," Kate said.

If not, then the doctors would help us with that. Imran didn’t do rash driving although I wanted him to do that at that time. Soon within minutes we reached one of the biggest veterinary hospitals in city. The doctor gave us an eye as soon as he looked at the kitten as if we had done this to him but he didn’t say anything about this. Instead, he said the other gruesome words. “We can’t save it. It’s barely breathing and it’s bleeding…”

He suddenly collapsed, as if he was knocked down, when I walked past him. My eyes widened in surprise, and I immediately picked him up. I gently shook him, trying to wake him up. "What happened, little kitten?" Despite my attempts to comfort him by stroking him, he seemed drowsy. Perhaps he was feeling dizzy from his earlier actions. Silly cat, walking in circles like that. But since he was still breathing, I assumed he was fine. I made a cozy bed for him in my room and proceeded to remove my underwear. I carried the cat with me, aware of my unsteady feet. He might need a bath too, especially if he had been drinking alcohol at the pub. When I smelled his mouth, it had a delightful scent, but

But if he's meant to be taken care by me, then he'll— "Oh." I blinked my eyes as I felt a tingling feeling on my hand. Upon looking down, I saw the filthy cat softly rubbing himself on me and was slightly letting out a sound. Again, I blinked my eyes, dumbfounded. Maybe, a companion isn't too bad... I TOOK THE CAT to the Veterinary Clinic and had him checked up on any disease or infections, so far, aside from malnourishment, he only has some skin disease which can be treated with some ointments and vitamins.

I looked around the room and noticed the empty bed before I even turned the lights on. “Where could she be by this time?” I thought to myself. There was a smell in the air, it seemed to be coming from the bathroom. I walked towards it and when I pushed the door open, a gruesome scene greeted my eyes. There were splatters of blood on the ground and the side of the tub looked like something was smashed into it, the blood splatter pattern proved my theory right. “Cat..” I called quietly, fear gripping me momentarily as I dashed out the room, following the blood trail that for some reasons, led to Catherine’s room.

Sprinting toward the sound, he first saw the bright red blood smeared across the ground before he saw Kat. Oh God, she’s been hurt. I’m too late. She had her hands over her mouth as she stared at the scene on the ground. As Gavin got closer, he saw that the blood wasn’t coming from her—thank God—but that someone had left a decapitated squirrel in the yard, a trail of blood covering the autumn leaves. “Kat, Jesus Christ, what happened?” He took her hands away from her face, and he watched as she trembled, her face pale. She wasn’t crying, which made him worry even more. “Are you all right?”

Fresh stain of blood is tainted on the floor leading to the dark corner of the room. “Hello!” I must be alone here. “A few blood splattering on the mat.” I need to check this out. I am looking for the switch where I can turn on the light, too dim. I move forward while my hands crawling on the wall. The noise keeps on disturbing me. “Ahhh!!” the fear confronts me as the dark shadow morphs into a shiny dark cat whose eyes are seafoam, munching its own babies stares at me steadily. The cat jumps over her dead kittens, and carries a meaty meal from her mouth and goes out.