My Cat Wont Leave Me Alone Novels & Stories

“Yow’s spoiled.” “I don't mind, I love cats,” I said, still stroking Mee. “I’d have loved to have some if Mama wasn’t allergic.” “I don’t know what I’d do without mine. Although there are times when I’m tempted to try,” he added, with a glowering look toward the door where Yow had reappeared and was hissing again. “You live alone,” I said. “It’s natural that they’d resent strangers.” He bent down and drew me gently to my feet. “You’re no stranger,” he said huskily as his eyes searched hers. “I don’t think you ever were.”

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.

But I’d forgotten about the cat. In an effort to get him to bond, I’d locked the door of his carrier when he was using the litterbox. So far he just slunk from corner to corner, hiding behind things and growling if I tried to get close. So I’d left him alone in the room to try and relax. But when I stepped inside, he was up on the bed. For the first time, he tensed, but didn’t immediately run from me, just watched with wide, dark eyes.

To call her irritable was putting it too mildly. "No more buts," she snarled, eyes narrowed and her claws extending as her cat rose to the surface. "I need something, Sheng. I can't live like this. Can't go on caging my other half. I want to tear my skin off. Gouge the walls. Kill something to stop this horrible ache inside. My cat is going mental. I need that gym. So stop imagining problems that don't exist and call the guy everyone keeps recommending. Or I swear, dangerous or not, I'm going to strip naked in the yard, shift and run until the sun comes up. Maybe even chase that stupid neighbor's tea poodle." Yappy little critter. Worse, a shifter owned the dumb thing. What carnivore named i

Mom always says that depression is nothing more than an illness born of idleness. People who are truly busy studying don't have time to be depressed. So, during my senior year of high school, I lie awake through countless nights, my hair falling out in clumps as I tremble over endless mock papers. Mom only slides another mock exam booklet in front of me. "Finish this booklet, and you won't have time to wallow in self-pity." At family gatherings, my relatives notice that I keep my head down and barely speak. They ask Mom, "Why has she gotten so quiet?" Mom's face darkens at once. "It's because she's guilty about something, duh. Go on. Tell everyone what you've done wrong this time." Late

Cyrus said, "You're very close with that mutated cat. Will it obey your commands completely?" Barbara raised a slender finger to her lips and paused in thought, then shook her head. "Have you ever raised a cat? Cats are creatures you can only befriend. They stay close to whoever treats them well. Trying to be their master is much too difficult. Especially stray cats." Cyrus rubbed his temples in resignation. "I see. That does make things a bit troublesome." He had hoped to recruit a powerful combat asset, after all.

“I’m not asking you to abandon him. Keep him where he is. Visit him when you want. But he’s not coming to live with us.” “That’s not fair. He's used to me being there every day. He’ll think I left him.” Zane leaned against his desk, facing me. “Cats don't work like that. They’re territorial, not emotional. As long as his environment stays the same, he’ll be fine.” “You don't know that.” “I know enough about cats to know they care more about their space than their owner.” His voice was straight. “Dogs are loyal. They actually want to be around you. Cats tolerate you when it's convenient.”

I quickly typed back, "Seven thousand dollars?" "Yeah," Lenny replied immediately. "Our cat is a little princess. Just imagine how jealous the other cats would be if they rode back in a Maybach." I stared at this message, still reeling in disbelief. Even I, the owner, had never ridden in a Maybach. Yet, Lenny expected me to spend seven thousand dollars so my cat could ride in one? Seeing that I didn't reply, Lenny immediately sent a voice message. "Why aren't you replying? I'm doing you a favor here."

If these girls ever met the psycho in real time, they would not even get a chance to run. Right as I settled into this new normal, the unexpected occurred. That day, Logan was away on a business trip. Apparently, he had some big business deal to close. I knew better. He was off to take care of some loose ends. He warned me repeatedly not to go out. Honestly, I didn’t want to leave home. However, my cat got sick. It was my ginger tabby who had been with me for three years. Ever since I’d moved in with Logan, I’d been keeping my cat at a pet boarding facility.

However, the sensation persisted, and when I caught a glimpse of what was causing it, I realized it was a cat. I apologize for my initial reaction. It seems that the cat was seeking attention or affection, and I unintentionally kicked it. Jenny, my friend, mentioned that the cat seems to like me and tries to play with an item, but it hides behind my legs. Since I'm sitting on the couch, the cat's tail tickles my fancy.