Paw Patrol Kitten Novels & Stories

Grey was very well-behaved. After spending the weekend together, the kitten seemed to know who it should get close to. When Laura stroked it, it would start to purr and would take the initiative to rub its head against Laura's hand. But when Chris came close, it would bare its teeth. No one knew if the kitten understood what Chris said that day and began to hate Chris. As soon as Laura arrived at the convenience store, Shannon came up to greet her. The two of them began discussing the kitten for a while before starting work.

"Ms. Fordham, I saw a kitten outside. It looked kind of sad. Should we adopt it?" Olivia put her book down with a surprised expression. "A cat?" Logan's hands were behind his back. He slowly pulled his hands to the front and revealed the cat. His palms were big, and the kitten was tiny. It was a newly born white kitten. A bit of its ear was missing, like some animal bit it off. The teeth marks were still fresh. Tears welled up in Olivia's eyes when she saw the kitten. It looked exactly like Snowball, down to the color of its pupils and its damaged ear.

And that's when I hear the unmistakable sound of a kitten. I stop in my tracks and peek to see the most adorable thing ever. Jaxon feeding a white kitten wrapped in a grey sweater. His bicep flexes as he keeps his large hand steady against the kitten's little mouth. He's smiling down at her, looking all big and heroic. My heart switches places with my stomach.

have found me so fast. She shoved the thought down. Hard. Across the yard, Jasmine and Kika were locked in a brutal spar. Jasmine—wild cat number 89—was dominating, landing elbow strikes and knee drives that had Kika (101) staggering. Serial stood at the edge of the mat, arms crossed, shouting critiques. “Too slow, 101! You fight like you’re scared of pain—newsflash, it’s coming anyway!” Jasmine swept Kika’s legs; Kika hit the mat hard. Serial barked a laugh. Then her gaze shifted. Landed on Riley. A slow, predatory smile curled her lips. “Oh look who we have here,” Serial called, loud enough to draw eyes from every corner of the yard. “The runaway wild cat. Quite surprising how out of the

At the hands that had killed people and also cut the crusts off her toast. "I'm thinking I don't know you," she said quietly. "Not really." His hand didn't move. "You know enough." "Do I?" He was silent. Then: "You know I'm here. You know I'm not leaving. Patience, Kitten. The rest takes time." She wanted to ask how much time. She wanted to ask if there was a version of him she would never know, no matter how long she stayed. She didn't ask. Instead, she leaned into him. Let his hand stay where it was. Let the silence settle.

not at all. On their way to the parking lot, Brieanna could hear loud meowing. She followed the sound of it and it lead her to a kitten who ran towards her the moment it saw her. The kitten was white with very little black spot on its left shoulder. "Awe! Can we take it home?" she asked William. "I am not very fond of animals," he mumbled. "I promise I'll take care of it! It'll be in my room all the time! Please?"

Lilian pointed at the crying kitten in the little girl's hand. "No you just want the kitten for yourself" Briana accused Lilian. "Don't worry I don't want the kitten I am just telling you to put it down or else it will die" she explained exasperated. "No your lying" Briana pulled the kitten towards her. The kitten was squish, the baby kitten in a panic tried to get free, in the process of scratching Briana. The little girl shouted as she let go of the kitten. The kitten immediately runs away.

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?"

“Who else?” She blushes then, looking down at the shadows in her lap, and his heart breaks clear in half. “All right,” she says slowly, after a minute, reaching out a finger to tap one kitten on the nose. “This one is Tempest, Storm of Dawn,” she murmurs, making Jesse’s face break into a wide grin. “And this one,” she says, moving her finger over to the next kitten, who sits up straight and looks eagerly up into her eyes, “is Mittens!”

The cat Percival had bought was a Ragdoll with deep blue eyes, not shy at all, rubbing against everything and everyone, still a very small kitten needing to be fed sheep's milk. The kitten was lively, wobbling around on its short legs, its pink paws pressing against people's palms as it kneaded. The two- or three-month-old kitten was only as big as her hands, a round bundle. Eulalia carefully held the kitten and bent over to sniff it, even smelling like milk. With such a cute pet around, the usually quiet villa became lively, and even the stern butler seemed to smile more, his gaze affectionately on Eulalia.