My One And Only Cat Novels & Stories

My stomach churned. The cat in my arms let out a soft meow, and I forced myself to smile at her. I stroked her tiny head, her soft fur comforting me for a brief second. She reminded me of Sheon. My chest tightened painfully at the thought of my best friend. My one and only best friend who was taken from me that night. Those villagers took everything. They destroyed my life. I whispered to the cat, my voice breaking. "Why are you wandering alone in the forest, hmm? You’ll get yourself killed." She answered with another meow, then licked my finger. My lips curved slightly. A small laugh escaped me, weak but real.

If I hadn't been reborn myself, perhaps the old me might have believed his nonsense. I couldn't understand why Ryan was so fixated on me in this life. Had he truly realized he loved me and was filled with regret? But whatever the answer, it no longer mattered to me. My wolf loathed him to the core. I looked him straight in the eyes and said, enunciating each word, "Ryan, your thoughts no longer matter to me. If you still don't understand, then listen carefully: I love Lucas. I love only him in this life, and that will never change. From now on, just like Lucas, I will see you as a nephew. I hope you respect me enough to call me Aunt Alice when you see me!"

Ankit left his friend's office. Yukio leaned his head back on the desk, brought his fingers over his lips and smiled.... Oriental Gray: I can't do it, I've been taking care of a fine breed kitten that came to my house a couple of weeks ago.... Black Cat: But if the kitty wasn't in your house would you “ "So the fine breed kitty is me, so you think I'm in your way?" Oriental Gray: It's not about the puss, I've only thought about doing it if it's a stable relationship, but for now it's not. Black Cat: What does your kitty say about all that?

He also didn't want Ava to fail her exams if she wasn't paying attention. "Listen to the teacher Ava." He scolded her. "WRONG! The answer was lawn moo-er. Lawn MOO-er! Are you laughing? Are people looking at you weird?" She laughed evilly through the mind link. "Ava l- " She interrupted him by saying, "now this one! Why did the cat go to Minnesota?" He decided to humour her and finally asked, "why?"

he asked. My eyes widened, “Do you know The White Cats?” He nods, “They look just like my cat, Marie. I heard there was only one pair of them in the US, but I couldn’t find them.” “Well, now they are yours.” I said. Don’t thank me, you should thank Victor. But, “I hope you like it.” Looking at me again, sweetly Jamie smiles, “They are beautiful. Thank you, Henry.” There, after he thanked me, right before he was going to walk away, I stopped him again.

When Caden was younger, he owned a cat. The cat was so cute and when it mewls it melts him into a puddle, it was a newly weaned kitten so he had a lot to learn to raise it into a majestic cat, but unexpectedly, a year after when he was already a cat slave, someone stole his cat. He remembered searching for the cat for months but he had never once seen the shadow of it since then. He was crying for weeks over the loss of his cat, no one can tell but him and the pet lovers how it felt to lose a pet you cared for like your child.

Mona was aiming for K-drama and telenovelas while I was gunning for Hollywood action movies, and maybe even horror. "Gringgg!" the doorbell rang. Mona quickly jumped up from the chair, "I'll get it," she announced, and ran to the door as she sang, "Pizza pizza pizza." I was seated on the long three-seater couch, Mr. Jonah was reclining on a single chair, opposite me, and Tootsie, our dear cat, was coiled up on the rug, next to his feet. She kept grooming herself and rubbing her body against his legs.

Zephyr turn his head and with a smirked he asked me a stupid question, “You don’t have another family that we need to protect besides your grandfather, right? Cause my mansion, although it’s grand, there are…” “Don’t worry sir Zephyr, I lost my parents a long time ago. My grandfather is the only family that I have.” I cut his sentence before it becoming more ridiculous. “Really, miss Hunt? For real? You don’t have anyone besides your grandfather?” Elm looking at my face like I was some orphaned, that the society has abandoned. “Yeah, really… sir Elm, he is the only one that I have got, and please, all of you called me Cat.” I intended it for everyone. It was a bit awkward to hear them callin

“I found your cat on the main street.” “Mano,” she mumbles before darting toward me and snatching the one-eyed tabby from my hands. “I thought I’d lost you!” The cat doesn’t shy away from her hold, and I watch Charlotte’s fingers dig into its fur. She’s trying to control her tears, and it’s hard to resist the urge to comfort her.