My Cat Sneezed Blood Novels & Stories

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?'

As though making up her mind, she suddenly hurled the cat to the ground and turned to run. Without a second of hesitation, Ian shut the car door. "Drive." The Porsche roared to life and sped after her. I was left standing there, choking on exhaust, and feeling utterly humiliated. Supporting my aching back, I stood up slowly. I felt both annoyed and faintly amused. What a mess. With a sigh, I walked over and picked up the trembling white cat. Two of its legs were injured from the fall. Its mouth was cut, and thin streaks of blood were seeping out. That explained why it couldn't run even if it was terrified.

He sat down and stroked the little cat: "Kitty, go home, don't run around like that." The little cat rubbed against his hand, constantly moaning. Because it was dark, Uri didn't notice that the back legs of the cat had been dyed red in a large patch. "Let's go back!" Uri said and quickly stood up. Just as he turned his back, a black figure get out of the alley. Not long after, a red blood flowed from the inside.

I sneezed out another lump of clotted blood from my nose, resulting in a painful non stop nose bleeding "Damn it, it isn't a good sign.."

splat. A wet, sickening sound hit the floor, echoing louder than it should have. I froze. Abraham was hunched over, his waist bent forward at an odd angle. My eyes dropped to the floor and I saw it. Blood. Thick, dark, and pouring fast beneath him, like it had been waiting to escape. I slapped both hands over my mouth, gasping, too shocked to even scream. “What is it?” Catzn’s voice came from behind. He rushed to my side, eyes widening as he saw Abraham. He quickly moved, grabbed him under the arms, and dragged him out of the bathroom.

Catherine… My little Cat. I buried my face in my hands as tears poured endlessly between my fingers. It hadn't even been two hours since we'd rescued Christopher from that cursed warehouse. The joy of having my son back... Of finally seeing my triplets together... Even in the middle of chaos... Had lasted no longer than a breath caught in a storm. The moment we arrived safely at the clinic... Cat collapsed. Her tiny lips turned blue. Her breathing became a desperate whistle that froze the blood in my veins. "Code Blue!" Someone shouted.

he asked urgently, holding me close and looking into my eyes to make sure I wasn’t hurt or injured. I lifted my shaking hand and pointed a trembling finger down toward the floor, where the box had fallen open. Inside, there was only one thing—a dead cat, covered in dark blood, its small body still limp and lifeless. “Fuck! Who would do something like this? Damn it!” he shouted angrily, his voice loud with rage and concern. He held me even tighter, rocking me gently back and forth as I continued to cry, my whole body still shaking from fear.

I thought of Colton standing in my yard at dawn, leaving me coffee I didn’t want and cameras I did. My throat tightened. I turned the phone face down and went back to my gauze. By noon, I had a coughing cat on my exam table and a woman named Mrs. Danvers nervously wringing her purse strap while I listened to her tabby’s chest. “He’s never done this before,” she said. “Not since we moved here.” The cat glared at me with green betrayal while I checked his breathing. Mild upper respiratory issue. Nothing grave. Antibiotics, steam, hydration.

The colour is almost non-existent in them now, it's like every time she uses her magic the colour is disappearing. “Stop looking at me like that” She says, the twitch at the corners of her mouth letting me know she’s only playing with me. It's only then as I am staring at her I notice the small blood droplets at the corner of her eyes and from one nostril. Leaning down so only she can hear me I whisper. “Baby, your eyes and nose are bleeding” She frowns for a moment, but before she can even reply Catalina’s shrill voice that has everyone of us turn to her.

I press another frantic kiss to her forehead. Why am I smelling blood? Where is it coming from? Please be okay, Kitten. Please. “I... f... fine... J... just... m... my ribs,” she manages to whisper. Her words break apart as soft moans escape her lips. “My ribs?” My shaking hands move over her chest, gently feeling along her ribs. Fear tears through me. “Sir?” Cameo says. “Not now, Cameo. Kitten is hurt.” I carefully lift her blouse.