My Cat Wont Leave Me Alone Novels & Stories

“Blackie’s the weirdest cat I know. She loves water.” There are a couple of times I had to literally yank her out of the tub after her bath. She always tried fighting her way back even after I drained the water. She’s weirdly fascinated by water, so I have to make sure I close my bathroom door while showering or soaking in the tub.

"Enough. He's the captain. Just let it go and head home—I'll see you after I check in." He patted her arm, but Mandy wasn't about to let go. "Why don't you come over? I made cream soup to thank you for saving Momo." Momo, her fluffy Ragdoll cat. Wade hesitated, then nodded and tried calling me. But my phone was dead. Completely out. Annoyance flickered across his face. "Fine, playing games again. If you're not going to answer, then don't ever pick up," he muttered.

"And if you fell sick, who would take care of him, huh? No one will be able to feed him and he will eventually be a homeless cat again." I felt like there was a sudden lump in my throat. I hate to say this but he was making a point. I averted his gaze. "Besides, your place is quite far from the company, which means you're leaving your cat here all day long. Don't you think you're being selfish? You're depriving him of the freedom he deserves." I glanced at my poor cat on the couch and saw him sleeping. My conscience started building up again. Indeed, I was being selfish. I always left him here all by himself while he waited for me to come back home.

“Oh let me be, go away” Kenny tried chasing her cat away but he kept disturbing her. “What is your problem? Let me press my phone please” “Meow! Meow!” the cat cried slowly and glanced at Kenny. “Awww! My little cutie pet. Alright what do you want? Rat? No I can’t get you that, go get one yourself” Kenny said and the cat jumped onto her lap, flipped the phone away with it’s claws and stared at Kenny.

Couldn't they just leave me alone? I pulled into my garage and closed the door behind me, feeling a sense of relief and safety as I stepped out of the car and into the quiet and peaceful surroundings of my home. As I walked into my house, I was greeted by the familiar sight of my cat, Mr. Whiskers, who was lounging on the couch, looking lazy and content. I smiled and scratched behind his ears, feeling a sense of comfort and companionship.

After an extended date walking around the river with Trevor, I take off my stinking sandals and step into my room. I had way too many drinks tonight. However, no matter the alcohol, Trever remained boring. "What a long ass day!" I'm talking to my cat—it's a habit of mine. Sue me for it being non-attractive. "First, I had that lunch date with Logan, and then I spent the entire night listening to Trevor talking about himself." My Ragdoll cat, Sheba, shows her concern by meowing. Her blue eyes are so thoughtful and intelligent, and the tone of her voice is downright soothing—fuck me, I've been living alone for way too long. I've officially gone nuts for finding comfort in a feline.

After spending several days with the woman Cat has grown attached to her and is quite reluctant to leave, but is not her decision alone and she wasn't also sure if the woman feels exactly the same way she was feeling, even she doesn't really know what exactly she was feeling only that she didn't want to leave. " Do you want me to leave? " her voice came out soft and vulnerable. " Do you? " Poison threw back. She didn't want the younger woman to leave cause she has somehow made her existence less lonely which is what it will go back to be if she was to leave. " No, " Cat said shaking her head. " Then it is settled, " Poison said just as the phone in her hand beeped again. Cat looked up curiou

They say a cat chooses its owner not the other way around. There is no way I can negotiate the glasses of water and plates with cake and the little fella. I take him up in the crook of my arm with the cakes. Immi seems to think it’s adorable and funny, then I go back for the glasses of water all the while kitten follows me. “What is he going to do when I go back home in the morning?” I lay in bed; he is now snuggled up between my legs. I have pulled the duvet up since he has razor claws.

My eyes grew large and my mouth dropped open in shock. "I will return back to my home, alone, you're no better than gum on my shoe," he spouted. I slapped him hard across his face and said,"fuck you, enjoy being all alone with all your belongings." His eyes narrowed and he huffed,"oh I shall, little witch." He vanished from before me and it felt as if half my being was torn from myself. It caused me to drop to my knees and gasp. Fussy bottoms meowed loudly and rubbed herself against me for comfort. Well that or she wanted her canned food. I determined it to be that latter when she followed me into the kitchen and scratched at the cupboard that contained her din dins. I opened a can of savory

I trail off and turn to look behind me to stare at the stunning sky high view from her condo window. “You’re scared of losing him and it’s totally understandable” She assures me and puts her arms around me in a comforting gesture. I gladly sink into her embrace as the cat starts purring for her attention and I stare at it with disapproval. What an attention-seeking cat! Fuck off, she’s mine! I glare at the cat whilst it keeps on looking at me with its innocent sapphire blue eyes. Ok, don’t judge me. I’m very possessive of my best friend. This often makes me wonder; how the fuck will I manage when Ava finally gets married or better yet starts dating?