Names For Brown Cats Novels & Stories

Then, this must be the misfortune cat. Dad once told me that the misfortune cat was also known as the unlucky cat. They were born with a strong power that comes with a strong curse. At some certain fixed point of their age, the misfortune cat would witness the death of their parents. The darker their fur colour, the stronger they are as well as their ‘curse’. And the deadliest one dad said that he had ever seen was coloured obsidian black and yet this one— —is perfect black. Even darker compared to Vanta-black.

Traitor. His hand hovered over the edge of the box, fingers outstretched as he gave her a chance to object. When she didn’t, he gently brushed his fingertips over her head, then down her back in a soothing stroke. His voice dropped to a low murmur as he greeted each of the kittens, naming them like he was checking attendance. “Mochi,” he whispered with a soft touch to the sleek black one. “Nova,” he added as the orange tiger rolled over with a squeak.

I asked, saying her nickname. "I will name him Mochi, Mommy." Luciana giggled when I suggested that I should be the one handling the kitten before it decided to run away from her grasp. "Eh? Mochi? Lame!" Lumiere scoffed. "Figaro is better! Lulu makes a lame name," he teased in a sing-song voice. "Eww! I like Mochi! Go get your own kitten!" Luciana glared at her brother, but Lumiere stuck his tongue at her. "Richie, you like Mochi, too, right?"

I didn’t expect to get a pet soon, but I had often thought of the names I would give to my future pets, ranging from female names like Maya, Daisy, Diaz, Elaine and Nyx, to male names like Collie, Bluey, Armstrong, Trevor and Ian. But right now, looking at my new kid, I could only think of one name. “I think I have a perfect name.” “What is it?” Lucian asked, staring at me intensely. Well, this man might not realize he was even anticipating to hear my cat’s name more than I did. “I’ll name her Luciana. Lu for short.” Lucian’s face fell. “Luciana? Of all names in the world?” I nodded, trying to stifle the laughter threatening to erupt from my throat.

He was such a brute! “Sure, let me go get some from the kitchen,” Mindy smiled. Saoirse’s eyes lit up. “I am going to name him Taco,” she declared. Mindy laughed at the silly girl. It was as if she momentarily forgot about her situation in this house. She wondered if Alex was falling for her. “That’s a weird name for a cat, Miss Saoirse,” she shook her head.

The twins met us on our way back with their freaking mutts, almost identical white Pomeranian furballs that serve no damn purpose other than making a racket at every damn thing. "Keep your ankle biters away from…me." The last word trailed off before leaving my lips because Gianna lost her shit at the sight of the overgrown house cats. Shit, there're cats bigger than these two. She dropped down to her knees and called to them with all the glee of a five-year-old at a carnival. "They're so adorable; what're their names?" "Belle and Beau." The twins answered her together as she played with the two mutts she'd dragged onto her lap.

They wouldn't stop tickling. Something brushed against my side and I glanced up to see a beautiful calico wolf. The overall color was brown, with blonde and orange patches mixed in. I had never seen such a gorgeous dog in my life. I couldn't help but wonder if the calico cat law applies to the canines, too. It was rare to see a calico cat that wasn't female. Most of the time, a "calico" male cat was a "tortoise". "Hey, Lil!" I shouted above the music.

She squatted in front of it and patted its fur softly. The kitten leaned closer for more touch and pat. "I guess you're lonely, just like me," she mumbled and gently carried the kitten in her arms, still patting. "It's a female. Wow, cute. Do you have a name?" she asked, as if the cat could talk. "Let's give you a name then. How about... uhm... Whitey?" The kitten didn't make a sound. "I guess you don't like the name. What about... Lolly? Like Lollipop, Lolly?"

He was larger than most, and his coat was a rich shade of chocolate brown. Brown was a very uncommon color for Lycanthrope, we tend to all be the same shade of black, other than myself, of course. But I'm not like other Lycanthrope. I am a True Hybrid – half-Moroi half-Lycanthrope. My coat is of the purest white. Brown only belonged to a certain line of Lycanthrope in Russia, but I hadn't seen any in America. To my surprise, the brown Lycanthrope had successfully ripped open the throat of the Pricolici and was in the process of detaching the rest of the head from the body. I stared mesmerized and in awe.

“Relax, Sena. She wants to meet you. “ The tigress circled around me. Its fangs were jutting and I bet she’d make a snack out of me anytime! I just closed my eyes, until I felt someone’s presence beside me. I took a peek and saw Sean beside me. “Hold her mane, Sena.” I stroke her fur like Sean did. I never imagined I would be able to hold a tiger in my whole life! It’s fantastic. “She knows you now. Her name is Ming and her cubs are Mong and Tang. “ The names fitted them well. Ming, because she looked like a house cat. Tang, because the cub looked like an orange juice and Mong because… whatever. I didn’t really know how Sean came up with those names. Maybe he got it from Chinese dynasties. H