My Cat Sneezed Blood Novels & Stories

I headed straight for my kitchen to find something to eat before I go back to my home office. I was in the process of getting water from the tap when my nose got a whiff of blood. I looked around me to determine the source of the smell only to come face to face with a pair of blood red eyes in a thick black fur. It's here

Slowly, I turned back to the cat, my feet moving as though on their own. It lifted its head, its pale blue eyes meeting mine, and my heart melted. I knelt beside it, my hands trembling as I reached out. She meowed softly, tilting her head as if granting permission. The moment my fingers sank into its silky fur, I felt something inside me loosen—a knot of grief and longing I hadn’t realized I’d been holding onto.

She nestles her head on my chest and whimpers, trying to pull me closer. I can’t help but smile, seeing how beautiful she looks. “I’m sorry, Kitty-cat. I never should have left you,” I whisper to her, and she groans, slightly shifting while pulling me closer to her. She is still in that dress, her hand covered in blood. My blood. My other hand reaches for her face, brushing the hair back to her ear. She shakes her head, whimpering again. She mumbles something about being sorry, and there’s a frown on her face.

[Master, would you like me to get you something to use so you could blow your nose? Monami asked her master for like who-knew-how-many-times. Honestly, no one was keeping tally anymore because even the usually nosy cat, Nero, already lost count. Apparently, Monami was getting increasingly concerned about Niccoli because the other party had been sneezing nonstop. It started a few minutes after they ventured into the uncharted territory of Blood Moon Woodland. “You have nothing to worry dear, I am fine. Maybe it is just from some unknown allergen in the air. I am sure, it will go away.”

Like, ever. I fought my tears back as I looked into her eyes. "You are a gem, Catty. And remember, Gems are precious." She smiled sadly. There were tears rolling down her eyes. "Thank you, Henry. Thank you so much. Thank y-" she grabbed her chest in pain. "Catty! CATTY! Are you okay? What happened!" My heart was racing. She was in pain. Tears rolled down her eyes as she winced in pain. "It hurts! It hurts like crazy! Henry, I need to find blood!"

"N-Nothing." "Wait! Did I just smell blood?" Catelyn sniffed. Due to the chaotic battles between the east and west areas these past few days, Catelyn had become particularly sensitive to the smell of blood. Sometimes, she would wake up from nightmares about horrifying scenes in the middle of the night. She sniffed around Keven but didn't smell anything. Then she glanced at Cedrick. Cedrick's face was unusually pale. Catelyn let go of Keven and rushed to Cedrick's side, shocked and worried. "Did you get injured? Stand up, and let me take a look."

Judy shakes her head for a moment; I take that as a no. "I see, so here's what we're going to do next; I'm going to get a stool, urine, and blood sample for your cat Jupiter. Vomiting is an indication of infection, so we need to trace the root of the disease. So it might be a bacteria in her stomach or blood or urinary infection; we have to eliminate the pros and cons." "Is Jupiter going to be okay, Doctor?" Juliet displays concern towards her beloved Persian cat pet.

My whole body hurts and I don’t want to open my eyes but I sense sirens heading towards us in the distance. Oh no, oh no. My baby. I’m hunched over, trying to clutch my belly, but I can’t move. Tears start rolling down my face, fear shooting through my body. Is my cat okay at least? I just barely manage to lift my head and look into my bag. The kitten stares up at me with wide eyes, his little sides heaving with fear.

Startled, I quickly pulled back, still trying to process what had happened, when the designated driver spoke with surprise. “Sir, I’m so sorry. A cat suddenly darted out in front of us.” We got out to check, and sure enough, there was a tabby cat in the middle of the road. Its front left paw had been pierced by a nail and was bleeding. It was so thin that its bones were visible beneath its soaked fur, but its belly was swollen, indicating it was pregnant. The rain falling on its frail body made the poor creature look even more pitiful. Fortunately, the car hadn’t hit the tabby. It let out a low, warning growl and bared its teeth at us as if trying to intimidate us into leaving.

My vision flickered and spots of black clouded my sight, but I did not know why. It could not be grief, could it? That would be too humiliating. 'Lana Branch, you really misjudged him, didn't you?'