My Cat Wont Leave Me Alone Novels & Stories

However, it had no impact on me. I can't seem to feel it any longer. "Yhra, did you have a chance to meet the grizzly?" Then he walked up to me, and the cat returned to me and curled up on my thighs. "She has a thing for you. "There's no one else who can hold on to her but me. After hearing this, I embraced the cat and kissed him on the head. "She's a sweetheart, ah." "Yes, she is," says the narrator. After a few moments of staring, she extended her hand to shake mine.

“Why is it purring like that? And it’s licking me too. Oh no, it’s going to bite me! Get off me, please.” “I think….it likes you.” He observed, rubbing his jaw softly. “What? Likes me?” “Yeah. Cats never purr unless they love something, or someone.” “Well, I don’t think it’s the case. Look, a cat has bitten me once, and I had to get a stupid rabies shot and use stupid medication too. I never want to relive that, so please, even if you have to distract it, please get it off of me.”

I glanced down and saw a cat curled up in a box. My eyes lit up as I scrambled off the bed and went straight to it, lifting the lid to pull the small animal out. It was tiny in my arms, maybe two months old, its fur a soft, bright orange. The cat nuzzled against me, and I smiled, sinking into the warmth of it. I'd wanted a cat for years, but my mother had always hated the idea. The one time I'd brought one home, she'd thrown it back out into the street before I could even name it. After that, I'd settled for watching strays from a distance whenever I passed the park on my way home from work. There was something about them, something calming that could lift a mood without asking anything in r

Instead, there was a hardness in them that had me fidgeting. Was I being annoying? Maybe it would be best if I left. My feet wouldn’t move. I wanted to be close to him, despite his veiled annoyance. It was silly, but I needed to be near him for at least a little while longer. “You um,” I licked my lips. They were dry. “You like cats?” He looked down at the purring cat still on his thigh before muttering. “I guess.” “Me too.” I blabbed. “They’re so adorable. I’ll probably get one as soon as I start living alone.”

Now they would worry about me even more. Tobias and I stayed outside to give them privacy. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, eyes fixed on me. I shifted awkwardly, then looked down at the cat in my arms. "Psst, Tobias," I whispered. His brows rose, silently asking what I wanted. I hesitated, then released the cat gently to the ground. "Could you... maybe take her? I feel shameless keeping her when Aunt and Uncle are already giving me so much."

Warm sunlight streams through the stained glass windows of the greenhouse, casting colorful shadows on the floor. The breeze carries the scent of flowers. I am lying in a rocking chair, hugging my little black cat, stroking its soft fur with my uninjured left hand. Could life be any better? The kitten is very obedient, curled up in a small ball of fur on my belly. I can feel his steady breathing as I rest my hand on his back, a sign of trust. Just as I am about to fall asleep, I suddenly feel my right hand, wrapped in bandages, itch. The kitten turns its ears away and rubs its forehead against my hand.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I need to go feed a neighbor’s cat, and I need someone with me.” I stare at her, bewildered. “No, wait, I almost drowned, almost got brain damage, and almost lost my lungs from running, for a cat?” She gives me puppy dog eyes. “But I’m scared of cats, and this one’s black. Black cats are bad luck.” As if I’m not unlucky enough already, now I have to deal with a black cat? I massage my temples with my fingers. “Couldn’t you ask someone from your family?” “No, I’m home alone.”

Even if the cat wanted to stay with her, she was sure the man would insist on taking the cat away. She would miss the pet. She had come to rely on the companionship the cat gave her. Now, there would be no one she could talk to and tell all her worries. She would return home to only her furniture and the silence her house provided her with. She sighed as she tried to shoot the depressing thoughts away. She was already used to being alone for most of her life, so returning to that circle again shouldn't be such a hard thing for her.

Mouse greeted me with a long meow. “Don’t look at me like that.” I hissed at him. “I know I could have been stronger, but I just can't deal with him right now,” I said picking the overweight cat up. “Maybe tomorrow I will go in late, but right now I feel like sleeping in.”

Even if my parents weren’t here, I still have Restia and Ruby but yet, the misfortune cat— is completely alone. “T-Then— you can come with me…!” I finally got the words out. “If you sincerely want me to come with you… you wouldn’t hesitate, nya.” The cat replied. “I don’t need sympathy, nya.” It said angrily. “I……” The cat was right— I did it out of sympathy. The reason the misfortune cat wants to come with me— I know it all too well. Because when I carried her on my arms— it was an act without any reserve, it was out of my free will pure-heartedly without any consideration made.