My One And Only Cat นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The building wasn’t fancy by any means, but it was secure and inconspicuous. Opening my door, Alfredo, my cream colored cat sat patiently waiting for our daily ritual. I picked him up and held him like a baby. He purred instantly, alleviating some of the tension I held. I kissed his head and put him on my couch to then drape a blanket over him and the top of the sofa to make a little fort. It was his favorite and something we always did when I came home. Some might think I have some screws loose, I just call it being a great cat mom.

He was simply the perfect male in the comics! Furthermore, a man loves cats. This would increase his charm even more! "Sir, do you like this cat? This is a cat breed called the Manchikeng Cat. It's very beautiful and gentle, and also very easy to raise!" The girl tried to introduce in a very sweet voice, also trying to attract the attention of the guest. However, the man's gaze was only at the little fellow in the cage that was staring straight at him. The unique fur made one want to carry him away.

After three years in a psychiatric hospital, I finally escape. Three years ago, I watched my fiance, Ethan Cregger, die in a car accident right in front of me. Already born with a heart condition, I spiraled under the weight of grief. Then everything else fell apart. My family lost everything. Dad seemed to age overnight. Mom cried until there were no tears left. Adrian Mercer, my childhood friend, gave up the money he'd saved to study abroad just to pay for my treatment. Even my younger sister, Mia Bennett, worked three jobs and begged me through tears not to give up on life. Not wanting to burden them any further, I voluntarily admitted myself to a psychiatric hospital. Three years l

She blinked up at me, and I almost got weak knees. My chest tightened. “Is... is that a cat?” I whispered, even though it was obvious. “Yeah.” He rubbed the back of his neck, looking everywhere but at me. “A Khao Manee. The lady said it’s a rare breed.” I was down the last three steps before he finished. I dropped to my knees immediately and reached for the cat. She didn’t flinch as she walked straight into my outstretched hands. Her fur was so soft it felt like clouds.

I will love you and only you for as long as I live. I give my heart to you, only you. And no matter what happens, I will never take it back. I don't want you to be uncertain about our future or be insecure. You are the only one I want to kiss, the only one I want to make love to, the only one I want to bear my children and the only one I want to be beside me until the end of my life.

That was unexpected. Thinking about the matter on the ground now, there seems to really be a problem. My own apartment only had one room. I guess I remembered that woman once mentioned that I will have to prepare a house where the surrogate mom can stay with me and her when the time came. Today was so unexpected that I did not prepare well. I looked at her and opened my mouth. "My house only has one bedroom" I confessed to her and she froze. "You…" for the first time, I heard her stutter, she must have been really stunned and speechless by what I said and it was not her fault. Which woman will feel comfortable with a matter like that?

I was that soft on the inside. I decided to ask him a little question of my own. “I have always wondered, how does it feel being the only one of your kind? You know, how does it feel getting that inner loneliness because there's no one to communicate your feelings with, and a whole lot of people just fear you.” He shrugged. “It is awfully lonely but I had told myself long ago that if I focused on it, I would never survive.”

I'm not a wuss in any way, but I'll definitely run for my life if I see one. I love cats most of all. I usually see dogs as playful, loving animals( well, most dogs). But cats seem really smart to me. They have calculated motives and actions. And despite being small, they're aggressive if need be. I had a cat when my dad was alive. Actually, my mum did. Her name was Snow( and no, the cat wasn't white) and I know I liked watching Snow lick herself or play with her toys. Mum wouldn't let me go near her because at the time, I was pretty young. Maybe six years old, I don't really remember.

YOU ARE MY ONLY LOVE YOUNG MASTER HERO SANCHES POV: After my doctor's appointment, I went home in deep thought about my disorder. I can't belived I was kind of a nymphomaniac, addicted to sex. That's the reason why I could hardly feel satisfied in just one or two round of sex. I needed many eja**lations in a day. The only difference from others I don't f*ck different woman. I only craved for one woman, addicted to her.

Elena hugged the cat, turning her face away from him. "You started it. There wasn't a whole litter. Just this one." Luke leaned back against the pergola post. He took out his lighter, spun it once around his fingers, but didn't light it. "One's not enough for you? Greedy." He glanced at her. "This one's a looker. Blue bicolor. Top of the line for Ragdolls. Prettier than all your jewels." Elena lowered her head, her face half-hidden in the cat's fur, her voice muffled.