Novel Cat Novels & Stories

I had almost forgotten she did that. Cursing under her breath, she staggered to her feet and clumsily raced to the doorway where a small white kitten stood. It’s beady eyes were fixed keenly on Nova, but as she approached they slipped from her form to where I sat. Those eyes were bright with an intelligence that made my skin crawl. A chill washed over me as it yowled again. What kind of cat was that thing? “…all the time, it’s getting weird.” Nova muttered to herself as she scooped the feline into her arms. “I’ll be right back,” she called out.

"Serah, you're still there, aren't you?" He went back to the window and gazed at the starless night sky. "Please come back..." *** Noel Noel focused intently on the book that he read titled 'Journey of A Thousand Cat Soul'. Apparently the book tells about a single once blind black cat that brings the will of other deceased cats to explore the mundane world while seeking for her owner that healed her eyes. As he immersed himself at the finale where the cat finally unravelled the truth about her owner's past, the bell to the main door chimed a cheerful tune. His eyes perked up.

CHAPTER THIRTY- EIGHT Nala’s POV To think this little shit of a cat hated my guts when we first met. Now the furry traitor was curled up on my pillow like we'd been married for ten years. I was halfway dozing off, trying to finish a chapter of some blood-soaked haunted-house novel — because fuck those cheesy romance books — when a muffled knock hit my door. I didn't even bother asking who it was, knowing nova or Lena could want to check up on me, I just yanked it open.

She bites her lower lip— white teeth sinking into red flesh— then turns, smiling at the bartender. "Whisky please. Rocks." Her gaze returns to me, and she raises her eyebrows. "Make that two," I say, not leaving her gaze. A minute later he places the drinks in front of us, her hand immediately reaching out to bring it to her lips. "Katherine," she says after taking a slow sip, "but my friends call me Kat." "Adam, but everyone calls me Emilio." "I think I'll stick with Adam," she replies haughtily, daring me to tell her otherwise. I lean in closer to her, trailing her body with my eyes again. I can't stop looking at her legs. She notices, and again raises an eyebrow.

"Don't start with the doom poetry. I'm not in the mood." "I'm just stating facts." "State a happy fact. Please. Just one." Cale thought. He searched the decaying library of his mind. "Barnaby," Cale said. "What?" "The cat. You want a cat named Barnaby." "Yes. I do." "That is a happy fact. Cats are soft. They vibrate at a healing frequency." Elion smiled. He couldn't help it. "You remembered the cat," Elion said. "I prioritized it." "Why?"

Eventually, I got used to the grind. Right when I started feeling proud of myself, Missy got pregnant. She gave birth to a snow-white little fluffball. Yeah. A full-on chaos gremlin had entered the world. *** I'd never seen a cat that white. Though named him snowy. Snow would look dirty next to him. Snowy opened his eyes on day one. Walked on day two. Day three? He opened the door himself, ripped open the milk delivery box, and drained every carton in the building.

Do not push it. A discordant snicker escaped her lips. “Oh, come on. My seventy-year-old father discovered new love yet you remain single. ” I scoffed. A very strong sense of self-preservation. ” The ocular orbs of Rachel performed an upward rotational motion. Are you seriously saying you'd prefer to spend your life aging surrounded by numerous cats in your home? ” An immediate response escaped my lips: "Yes." “Cats are easy. They do not engage in lying nor cheating, and they never let you down. ”

The dumb feline darts at me, scratching me across the face and I snarl, the sting burning me and I grab her around the muzzle. I feel something breaking as she claws my hand before I throw her across the room. She hits the corner of the chest of drawers hard, and I’m satisfied when I hear something break. She lets out a pitiful meow before her tiny body tumbles to the floor. Better. Stupid cat. What kind of werewolf keeps a cat, anyway? I glance down at her neck. This one was a little different… but he said it would accomplish what I was failing at… The little pinprick on her neck is already healing…

Luna, my ever-curious cat, sat amidst a pile of scattered books, her green eyes wide with mischief. “Looks like someone’s been studying a little too hard,” I said, scooping her up. Luna purred contentedly, nuzzling against my cheek. As I straightened the books, a strange sense of peace settled over me. The nightmare still lingered, a dark stain on the edges of my mind. But Adrian’s presence, his unwavering support, had offered a lifeline.

I smile and drink on my water. "You're planing something stupid, Caty," Chase warned. I ignored him and I finished down my water in one swing. "You really want me to get a cat?" "Former: I am. Latter: yes, I really need you to get me a cat. I want one with green eyes. A Balinese Cat maybe? I heard they're hypoallergenic. I'm not really sure," I agreed. "I have a talk at NYU today. I've decided to eat lunch out with you, and I need you to book me a manicure-pedicure at Downtown."