My Cat Sneezed Blood Novels & Stories

’ With her back to him, she dabbed her eye with a fingertip. ‘I see. You’ve just sprung a spontaneous leak.’ He didn’t try to turn her round, but he was so close behind her she could feel his breath on her hair. ‘Should I call a plumber?’ ‘I wouldn’t bother. I think it’s under control.’ Turning back to him, she tried to smile. ‘I’m sorry. It’s my cat. He got run over last night and the prognosis wasn’t too good, as they say. The fish reminded me.’

“I have to know what bit you, Kate. This is more serious than it looks.” “I’m fine, Collins. If I’ll have to explain myself, I’d rather not get treated. I can manage.” He dipped the wet cotton into the wound and Kate bit her lips. “I’m only asking because I need to know.” “Well, it’s not an animal, if you must know. Not a dog, or a snake. Just treat it.” “Do you feel feverish?” Kate had been feverish since the previous day and she had thought it was her body’s way of informing her that she was stressed. She had taken some painkillers and considered it history.

I tried to best it by not blinking first, but I lost. "Your cat is weird, you know," Amethyst told me. "It's pitch black and a bit intimidating. Are you sure it's just a Bengal?" "Bengal cats are as big as this cat. And the little creature is just melanized, that's all." She shrugged and walked toward the bathroom carrying her basket of toiletries. It followed me to the bathroom. And I bathe it as well. Obviously, it doesn't want to take a bath since I received a couple of scratches from the little monster. I managed to borrow Sirita's spare toothbrush and brush the cat's teeth.

This big man! "No, leave it. My Lycan gets so predatory around those that it might take over and start chasing them." "Hold him back. Wait here. I'm going to check." "Don't, Apphia, it might be feral-" I'm already gone before he can complete a sentence. I follow the sound of purrs and meows near the drainage, and there it is. I gasp and bring my hand to my mouth. It is a small white feline with big golden eyes, its head trapped between the bars in a drainage. It has an irregular red gush across its face, from the forehead to the eye, and then across the other cheek. A wolf clawed it. Its white fur is smeared with blood. I frown; what wolf would do this to this small, cute furball?

“Ouch!’ She held her tummy as she tried to straighten up slowly. She was in the upper section of the laundry house, and there was no one around her. The room seemed to narrow, the distant sounds of splashing and talk dimming under the rush of her own pulse. “Catherine, are you—” Elizabeth was saying as she walked in. She froze mid-sentence as she saw her daughter. “Ma,” Catherine whispered. Then, she felt something warm and wet trickling down the inside of her thigh, and she looked down. Blood.

The cat seems it's been splashed by the hot water. She turns to the deserted alley and walks to the cat. Seeing the cat's condition, she almost tears up. "Who did this to you?" She said with a sad voice. When Asher turns around, he saw Athena already walked to the dark alley. He follows her from behind. Athena takes out a pocketknife from her bag, she wants to use her blood on the cat, but before she pricks her finger, Asher snatches the knife and grabs her hand.

Then, it hopped toward Blake’s slippers and scratched his trouser legs. Blake bent over and lifted the cat up by the back of its neck. This was just an ordinary domestic shorthair cat, but its whole body was white like snow without any weird strand of hair. One of the cat’s eyes was gold, and the other one was blue, which was a rarity. Winson hugged his leg and wanted to play with the kitten. He then stood on tiptoe and stretched out his small hand, “Papa, I want it!”

She walked towards that direction hoping the cat hadn't run off. It was a small path that led off the asphalt. Hailey knew there was a garbage can along the path and so it made sense that the cat had ran there. She heard the cat squeal again. But this time, it was different. It sounded painful and deathly. What exactly had the devil spawn gotten into now? She turned on her phones flashlight. The stench of something rotten hit her as she got closer. The cat had done quite a good job letting the contents of the can onto the ground. She raised an elbow to protect her nose from the foul smell. Hailey looked around the upturned can, stepping over the debris whilst making sounds she felt would bec

A contingent wave of bitterness and pain swept over me, and sent me crashing to the floor, my gown settling on my feet. I wept my eyes out, mucus drooled from my nostrils and when I wiped my face with my dress to continue my journey back home, I saw a tiny cat beside a bin, staring at me in a creepy way. I shushed it and it remained motionless. Moving closer, I observed the kinda white cat, its colour is darker than it should be, obviously, it was close to the bin. It cowered a little, not able to flee from the spot. I stooped down to inspect it carefully, also aware of my safety gap should it attack, and that was the point I noticed it was injured.

Because her body temperature wasn’t as warm as it was when she was human, the snow didn’t melt as she would have liked, but it melted enough to wash the wounds and was cold enough to stop the bleeding until she could get back to Agatha for care. She was about to leave when her conscience took charge. She looked at the weakened big cat as he lay panting in the snow. She instinctively knew she’d taken more blood from him than she should have if he was to have a speedy recovery. After careful consideration, she grabbed two squirrels, pulled off their heads, and set them in front of the cat. She apologized to the squirrels for the role they had to play before thanking the cat and leaving him