Oneshot Cat Novels & Stories

"Listen to me." Something in his tone stilled me. I didn't dare to move in his arms. He seemed to exhale softly, yet the grip around my waist did not loosen. He was still holding onto my tail with his free hand. "I once had a cat." He fell silent for a long time after that. In fact, it was so long I thought he wouldn't continue. Then, he spoke again. His voice was very soft, and he sounded almost nonchalant about it. "It was called Powder. It had pink and white fur, too. Just like you."

"Enough. He's the captain. Just let it go and head home—I'll see you after I check in." He patted her arm, but Mandy wasn't about to let go. "Why don't you come over? I made cream soup to thank you for saving Momo." Momo, her fluffy Ragdoll cat. Wade hesitated, then nodded and tried calling me. But my phone was dead. Completely out. Annoyance flickered across his face. "Fine, playing games again. If you're not going to answer, then don't ever pick up," he muttered.

Cat panted, trying to get closer to his hand at her breast. Cat curved her spine and pushed her breast into his hand, crying out “Eric!”

Cassandra’s POV Shit. ‘Bad kittie,” I hissed at the cat the moment I realized my camera had been turned on. Not knowing what else to do, I dove down, my head between my legs, trying to get my face away from the camera. Stoffs, not knowing that she’d done anything wrong, just curled up on the laptop. Everyone started cooing when they saw her. “Oh my, what a pretty little kitty,” I heard someone say. “Look at her. All snuggled up on the keyboard. Oh! She just yawned! I saw her cute little pink tongue. Are we boring you, little kitty?” someone else gushed.

" Mia sat down on the couch and ignored her. Carson, I heard Alice departed, huh? That is really unfortunate. I knew her to be very good. Carson let his stomach turn. "Mia, not right now," he cautioned. Mia was still not done, though. " She was really friendly, really. Interesting as well. Remember that time she assisted me in smuggling that stray cat into the house? Mom was really mad, but Alice owned the guilt. That was very amazing of her. Margaret's eyes became narrower. She left recently, though. And we have a wedding to coordinate. Carson, shouldn't we discuss this later?

“Breathe. You're hardly a pet without a collar. Be on your best manners, Kitten, and I won't tug too hard.” The dread and terror on her face is satisfying to watch, as I lift her from the floor into my arms, heading out of the room. In my pants, my cock was long and hard against my thigh, with a very visible bulge that is sure to land on the cover of gossip blogs and magazines after tonight.

“I never cared for compliments, Adam but you managed to reach me. I know the end result will surprise us both.” “I am glad you come, Gia. It has been a long time since I had someone in my life. Here we are.” Gia looks through the window smiling. “You like the place.” Adam watched her with a curious smile. “It’s a picture place of certain familiarity that I can tell you.” “Come inside. I want to show you around. By the way, I have a dog with a temperament of cowardice.” He gets out to come to her side helping her out. Leading her through the kitchen she stood in the middle of the barren room.

He sent a photo: bakery cat curled on flour sack + his hand holding a fresh roll. **quietreader87:** Proof, the cat says hi and i says eat. **VesperVixen:** you looks better than most guys I’ve met, but Cat’s cuter than you though. **quietreader87:** He wins. **VesperVixen:** He does. But you’re catching up fast. That night she sent the video. Not explicit. Nothing like her paid customs. Just her in bed, her hoodie zipped, fairy lights on, looking straight at the camera like she owned it.

It was a portrait of a teenaged Ashleigh with a woman, a man, and a boy—probably her family. Over the couch hung a large portrait of her and a cat. It wasn’t bad, but I would have done it differently. As I stepped closer to the portrait, a longhaired tan and black cat stood up on the couch and stretched. It had blended so well with the pillows I hadn’t even noticed it, but when I reached out to stroke it, it vaulted to the floor. I didn’t mind. Normally, I wouldn’t have even offered. It looked back at me and I noticed it had one blue eye and one brown one. As far as cats go, this was a pretty one. I drifted to the door Ashleigh had vanished through, leaned against the doorframe, and could he

I should have asked Kane what colour the cat by the security quarters was. “What’s her name?” I asked the blond, middle-aged woman. She flashed me a warm smile. “She doesn’t have one yet. You can decide that.” Alina would give her one. I’d picked a female cat, because… well, I felt that male animals were more difficult to control. “This is a Khao Manee breed,” she continued, gesturing to the cot in front of me where the cat purred softly. “They are usually pure white just like this, with beautiful eyes. Isn’t she a cutie?”