Pucca Cat Novels & Stories

"My name is Carlina, and I'm so happy you've accepted my son. I couldn't give him away to just anyone, and—" "Here he is!" Max said happily, cutting Carlina off. Ken and Carlina turned. Ken's eyes widened. In Max's arms was a blackish-gray cat, purring contentedly as Max gently scratched its scruff. The cat was beautiful and large. Its eyes were bright green, its fur long, and its tail fluffy like a mane, wagging back and forth. "Ah, this naughty boy! He always escapes when the door is open," Carlina said, pointing her index finger at the cat, like a mother scolding a naughty child.

"It's better he does it out here than by throwing your silver decorations at my face." Matteo looked out at his nephew, his features completely still. "Julian told me you spent the morning organizing the laundry room for those animals." "They're cats, Mr. Alcantara. They have names," I corrected him, pulling my legs up onto the bench and crossing them. "The orange one is Nacho, the gray one is Smokey, and the little chaotic one is Biscuit. You should try memorizing them. It’s good for your brain."

My wolf pushes against me hard, snarling for Alex, but I force him back. Right now, I need this woman. I need her loyalty. “You’ll be mine,” I murmur, brushing a slow kiss against her forehead. “Not just in name. You’ll carry my pups like I promised. You’ll rule Paxon pack as my Luna.” Then, I pull away. Let my words soak in. Her lip trembles, and for a second I think she’s about to cry again. But then, she grips the hem of her oversized shirt, hesitates, then pulls it over her head.

Something Gato, his amazing grey African wild pet cat clearly have no respect for, as she casually jumps on the bed and curls herself up all over the picture of the giant lion face and closes her eyes to sleep. Sergio brushes his teeth and joins her on the bed.

Assist in monitoring Takuto Kimura’s bedtime ——Paw Print—— Takuto, now more used to the oddities around him, lay in his bedroom looking at the cat curled up by his pillow. The tail of the calico cat rhythmically tapped against his hidden smartphone, and the screen displayed the newly created “Kimura Commerce Stock Price Monitoring” page. “Daifuku,” Takuto said, poking the cat’s ear playfully. “Were you my creditor in your past life?” The cat opened one eye lazily, and in its pupil, Takuto could see not just the morning light but an image of something far more distant, something that might be the future, reflected back at him.

Isaac, the human, had particularly thought the female cat would be just another grumpy pet walking around their house, but Millie was the most loving and fluffy white cat in the world, always following their steps and ready to receive some cuddles. It was quite surprising that, despite no longer having his balls, Isaac, the cat, had shown himself to be actually eager to also become a married man, after Millie, the cat, had become an adult. “Why don’t you just stay with your girlfriend and let me take care of my kids?” Isaac grumbled, but again, the moment he tried to touch Luca again, the cat’s paw smacked his hand, with an even louder warning growl “Stop it! If you keep being so loud, you’l

"Not too far from here. But before we get there, you'll have made significant progress in your training." "Another question," Catherine shot back. "Don’t be offended." "Why would I be?" Luca asked. "I hardly get angry." Catherine stared at him. "You? You hardly get angry?" "What? Why are you so surprised?" Luca chuckled. "I mean, how can a man who turns into such a huge beast hardly get angry?" she teased. "Come on, Cat. Don’t flatter me," he said with a grin. "But I'm serious—I rarely get mad."

Katia played with the two puppies they had found. At the vet's office, she was told that the puppy she found was a Pomeranian, about two weeks old, with white and black fur, resembling a panda bear. The kitten was an exotic cat, a Persian variant, the same age as the puppy, with ash-gray fur. Both puppies were about the size of Alyre's hands. The happiness on Katia's face was evident. ...

Swiftly, the branch rattles rigorously, raining leaves, droplets of rainwater, and tiny shrapnels which lasts only for a second before a huge black blur zips out of the cover of the leaves and smaller branches. My eyes follow the blur as it lands on the ground, and I smile widely when I meet deep black orbs staring back at me. I begin to roll up the sleeves of my blouse as I push away from the door and step down the old concrete porch steps. “I think it’s time we set the pups out, don’t you think?” I suggest, stepping away from the last step and onto the damp mowed lawn. “They’re stable now, and I’ve stuffed them real good”. Upma is a large wild cat- A black Panther to be precise. Grandmothe

I thought I will forever be alone in this life. [Not anymore. Now that I found you.] "PURRRRRRR" the white cat purred shyly, if it just possible for a cat to blush, then she might be red from head to toe now. "MAAAAAAWWWRRRRRR" Nero opened his mouth and produced a roaring sound. Something common for the feline family to do when they were trying to express their deep emotion. MAAAAAWWWWWRRRRR" the white cat roared back loud enough to match Nero's call. This was the same sound the alarmed Niccoli and forced him to search for his cat.