Patches Dreams Cat Novels & Stories

They looked broken, half-dead in the rain. Good thing I brought them home. That's what saved them. They stored energy, slept for years, kept evolving in this twisted timeline—and produced an even stronger next generation. They hid the glitches. To everyone else, they were just regular house cats. Until the apocalypse hit. Their powers rebooted. Same game. Different round. I'd barely finished processing that when noise flared outside. "Where are those cats? Hand them over!" Alan stood there with a crowd behind him. Three massive crocodiles sprawled at his feet.

My breath came fast and shallow, lips now dry. In the corner, next to a fallen bookcase, stood…an enormous male cat with shiny black fur. Emerald-gold eyes peered into my soul as he lifted his head to hiss at me. I blinked a few times. Yep, I've lost it. Because what I was looking at was a panther, and we didn't have panthers in Colorado. Unless I missed something, okay, remain calm. Remember your farm training. Who the hell was I kidding? This was a wild animal, for Christ's Sake.

She could take her toys apart and put them back together. At seven, she had learnt to bake and lay her bed neatly. She grew up to be an emotional coward too, she cried too much. Her pet kept her company. White large puppy. A fluffy dog. She got this dog as a birthday gift when she turned nine, from her dad. She took the dog with her everywhere, to malls, restaurants, pools, beach. It was her dream pet but it gave her allergies and aggravated her asthma in the space of seven months. So it had to be taken away from her. It was a sad thing for her because taking away Campbell(for so her dog was named) from her made her lonely again. "Play with it from a distance or say goodbye to it forever" Ba

She pulled out the loaded mouser and positioned herself. The Pakhan opened his eyes when a cold metal touched his forehead. He stared at her in the darkness, unaffected by any of this. " Welcome, kitty. " He spoke his voice crystal clear with no trace of sleep " The problem is you are not just a kitty but a wild cat " He laughed at her, Catalina gulped down feeling a little fear. " Don't. Don't move. " She ordered him keeping the gun connected with his head. " I can spill your brain in pieces right now. So better listen to me. " Her voice hinted him no fear.

*Casper* I have been walking around with that card for a couple of days, taking it out, turning it my hand, wondering if I should throw it out. Only thing on it is a phone number and a name... Pusscat. At first I felt nauseated by the gaze Pusscat had sent me. Well not so much the gaze itself, but what it had made me feel when our eyes met. The fireflies in my stomach have gone crazy every time I thought about what those eyes had promised me.

“We’ve done well on the previous gowns we’ve made. Plus we have all those swatches left over from before. The only thing we would need is some wire for the wings, but I’m sure I can scrounge some from around her somewhere.” Decided, I earmarked the page and we set that magazine aside. Instead, we began to more adamantly search for Elva’s design. So far, she had turned down the bumblebee, the lady bug, a swan, and a cat. At the picture of the cat costume, she sighed. “Why would I be a cat, Mommy? I want to be a wolf!” Charlotte and I glanced at each other. Then we poured through the magazines with renewed fervor. Eventually, we found an acceptable design, a faux-fur trimmed dress with a mask

I deflate in disappointment, but Charlie finally moves out of the way so I walk inside anyway, really pissed about not being able to give Annie exactly what she gave to me. I kind of wanted her to lie on my chest for hours too. "Hey, Mishi-Mishi," I coo when I see the white kitty lying on her castle. She jumps down and then basically runs to me and starts rubbing herself against my leg. I bend down to scratch her head. "Where's your mom, huh?" "Are you the cat whisperer or something?" the evil twin asks, walking toward me in fancy silk pajamas, her long hair perfectly straight. She looks expensive even in loungewear—like a true ice queen, "Why isn't she scratching you?"

I reign in my shock at the expensive art hanging up, not really paying attention to where I am walking. Then I am colliding head on with what felt like a wall of granite. I glance up and look straight into the same smoky grey eyes that lurked in every corner of my dreams last night. Um. What. My brain is short-circuiting. “Wha— um. What?” Eloquent, Kat. He raises his eyebrows, clearly amused at my discombobulation. And, shit, I am staring. I open my mouth to try again, but nothing comes out.

“My pussy cat smells so good.” Pandora flinched, slightly amused by Kingston’s continued sniffing of her scent. The man wasn’t alone. He’d brought three kittens; cute and adorable. If Pandora had to guess, the face and build of the hybrid cat resembled a puma, but its markings and stripes were like those of a cheetah. “I want to hold one.” They were still small. Not nearly as intimidating as Kingston’s other cats. Pandora picked one up. She stroked the cat’s soft fur. She giggled as Kingston’s intense gaze fixed on her.

Muscat decided to get out of the room for the first time, hissed at him. "Ah!" Roses screamed. "What's that beast?!" He was pointing at the cat, trembling. Ace and Loki gaped at Muscat. Minnie and I looked at each other in confusion. It was Ace who first talked. "I'm telling you now, that is no Bengal cat." "What do you mean?" Minnie and I asked at the same time. "It's bigger than a full-grown adult Bengal now, "Ace said, eyes twinkling in awe. "And now that it had gained weight and not as thin as before, I am quite sure that it's a panther."