My One And Only Cat นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Lara is a triplet cat; they gave her to me when Lara left the country. Her cat is the only thing I have for now; call me crazy, but this cat knows my secrets. She's actually my number one listener, even though she just responds with her famous 'meow,' but I feel like she understands me, and it lightens my mood after I tell her my secrets and problems. "Hey Lara, are you hungry?" Just like before, she just responded with a 'meow.' It always makes me smile when I see this cat; it feels like someone is watching over me.

The only other living thing in this world that I love is my cat. "Oh my God, Goose!" I scream, causing Pierce to look at me with a panicked expression. "My cat! I don't have anyone to feed him, or clean his litter, or give him those little treats that he loves! Please, Pierce! Please don't let my cat die." I beg him, my eyes filling with tears again. He puts his sandwich down and rounds the counter towards me, but I'm too panicked to worry about his close proximity. He holds his hands out and grabs my shoulders, rubbing up and down in a soothing motion.

My furry, silver Persian, Sassafras, leaped onto the table at his place setting, amber eyes watching me as I set a dish of fresh tuna in front of him, a bowl of cold water beside it. "You smell like the ocean," he said. I grinned at the demon boy stuffed into the body of a cat and stroked his fur, eliciting a heavy purr. "I really like it here." I turned to Mom and found her smiling, too. "I'm happy to hear it," she said, her long, black curls bouncing as she bent to kiss the top of my cat's head. Sass purred at her before diving into his tuna. "There's a great park about three blocks from here," Meira said around a mouthful of noodles, her

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.

he said. "No, it's nothing" she repeated. "You can tell me, you know that" Gerald pressed. "I'm just wondering, why you're going out of your way to do all these for me?" she asked. It was Gerald's turn to smile and look away. "You know the answer" he said. "I know, but I still wonder why you would love a single mother who has nothing to offer to you" She said. "You're a wonderful woman, you just don't know that. There is something about you that make you different from other women. You're one of your kind and one in a million. Your type is rare and I don't want to lose you" he said.

there was a hint of sorrow on his voice when he said those words. He continues to enjoy this hard to come by serenity of the place. Some of the few things that his home cannot offer. As his eyelids started to turn heavy and he was about to doze he heard the loud cry of his cat Monami! "MAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWRRRRR" "RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWRRRR" He instantly stands up and runs to the place where the sound was coming. " Monami,... I'm coming," he said with gritted teeth as he secretly prayed that nothing bad will happen to his cat.

Chapter 9 Tiana’s POV I was just slipping on my black kitten heels - well, mostly hopping around the room on one leg while wrestling the leather strap around my ankle - when my phone buzzed aggressively against the duvet cover. I abandoned the shoe struggle, letting my foot drop to the floor with a thud, and flopped onto the mattress to check the screen. It was the Margarita Señoritas group chat. "FANDANGOS BABY!"

The little cushion by the window—the one where my cat always curled up to sleep—was empty. My heart dropped. She was my mother's favorite. Her comfort pet during the worst of her illness. And after Mom passed, the cat became mine. My only real family. Where is she? Suddenly, Jessica's voice echoed in my mind: "That mangy thing scratched my socks! Stupid cat—should've tossed it out already." Panic shot through my veins. I rushed to the hallway and spotted Alex standing just outside the door, pretending not to hear. "Where's my cat?"

He asked, "where's the cat?" An Taotao pointed to the bathroom and said, "mother Chen is Bathing meow. It's a newborn milk meow with super bright eyes. She's trying to survive." Mr. King answered. Soon after, the bathroom door was opened and Chen Ma came out with her milk in her arms. That is an orange meow, lovely and edible! An Taotao took the meow, smiled and said, "Wow, it's a chrysanthemum cat. It's said that chrysanthemum cat can eat super,."

I was amazed by the different equipment in the art room and decided to check them out. Somehow, I got carried away and started painting. I started painting the house I wanted to grow up in with my parents. Every night, my mom and I would talk about it for hours. We would talk about what kind of flowers we would like in the garden and what color the furniture would be. We sometimes argued with Dad about what animals to get, but he always rejected the idea. He was terribly allergic to animal fur, so after much arguing, we decided to buy two goldfish. I still remember my father's face when my mother and I joked that we had bought a cat. He started running, and Mom and I chased him around the ho