Pucca Cat Novels & Stories

"But, after I am executed, I promise I'll choose to come back as a ghost so I can still make your life hell, Ning Ren. I always have plans even if I am no longer alive to do them. I can possess someone else to make sure that I bring hell to whom I would like to bring justice to." Hearing her huff of speech made the prince laugh softly, "There you are my furious cat. I will look forward to being haunted. But, not by you. My dear, have you forgotten that cats have nine-lives." The prince tapped her shoulders, "Get up quickly, the ground here is cold. You're already not eating well, if you get sick it will not be easy to get well again in a place like this. You condition is already one

And I haven't even got time to get to know him. "I don't have a cat, Lucas." My father only grimaced at Lucas' words. He looked around the room to see where the noise was coming from and stopped when his eyes darted at the door and spotted Luke, stretching this time, his butt in the air and splayed paws extending on the floor. My father then looked up at me, knowing that this dark plan was mine. "Caterina Mari. Is that your feline? Or our maids happen to afford an expensive purebred Balinese cat? Having"—he squints his eyes—"very distinct eye colors." My father snapped his finger to the butler standing close by and told him to take the cat somewhere out of the room. Poor Luke. I hope he's ok

"It's alright," she said, though she didn't mean it. "Did you hear that, Code? Your name's not so bad after all. Funny how you still ignore me when I call you." Jack chuckled. "What kind of cat is he? He's huge," Jessie asked while stroking Code with open curiosity. "He's a Maine Coon. Also, Ronny bought me that fluffy, intimidating one over there with the blue eyes. That's a Siberian." Jack introduced the cats one by one.

Wearing a light gray hoodie, he looked exactly the same as he did back in college. Seeing the anticipation in his eyes, I couldn't bring myself to turn him down. It was only when we reached the place that I realized it was actually a cat cafe. The moment we pushed open the door, the rich aroma of coffee mixed with the soft, sweet meows of cats washed over us. Before I could even take a seat, a chubby cat leaped onto the table, continuously rubbing its fluffy head against my palm. "I remember you really like small animals," Luca said as he sat down beside me, his tone carrying a hint of excitement.

She punched in the password and the door was opened. A friendly smile spread across her face. “Hi, Fudge—” “Meow!” A fat cat with a white body and light yellow ears was seen lying on the couch lazily. It produced a cute sound in the quiet living room. “...” Catherine blinked. “Fudge?” “Meowww!” After the fat cat stretched its body, it jumped down the couch and walked toward her legs to smell the toys that she was carrying. Uninterested, the cat returned to the couch and lay on it in an arrogant manner.

"Wow who would have thought you had a single smart bone in you kitty." "I know its so strange,don't get used to it its only temporary." "I know Kitty I know." The conversation that had just happened in my head calmed me down in so many different ways.With my werecat and werewolf by my side I knew I had nothing to fear for now.Luca is my mate and I think its about time I started acting like it. "Mmmhh just wait until he finds out about the pups in our belly." Ignoring my werecat I gently placed my left hand on his right thigh and started rubbing it slowly drawing patterns on it.Soon enough I felt his muscles tense before they relaxed immediately.

Cat fur started flying around since they were biting each other. In the end, Nathan held the new Persian cat in his arms. This cat belonged to Jessica initially, and its buttocks were burnt during a barbecue. It was abandoned since it was marred by a scar. Now, it was here with Hilda, and she named it 'Scorchy'. Nathan was touching the burnt cat's bottom when he saw Brian, who was recording each cat's progress.

Elena hugged the cat, turning her face away from him. "You started it. There wasn't a whole litter. Just this one." Luke leaned back against the pergola post. He took out his lighter, spun it once around his fingers, but didn't light it. "One's not enough for you? Greedy." He glanced at her. "This one's a looker. Blue bicolor. Top of the line for Ragdolls. Prettier than all your jewels." Elena lowered her head, her face half-hidden in the cat's fur, her voice muffled.

She was practically drooling. “Are you done checking out my ass, Pussy Cat?” He spoke gruffly as he slowly turned around. Kitty's legs turned to jelly as she got a better view of his face. He had very intense green eyes, like an unusual bright green that she'd only seen once on the mysterious man from the club earlier.

And, in the circumstances, she wasn’t altogether surprised. There are two sources of tension cooped up in this car with him , she thought. One's right behind him , and he'd like to strangle her. As for the other . . . ‘What’s your cat called?’ The shock of a normal question from Anoushka gave her a jolt. ‘He started off as Little Puss and when he got bigger it was just Puss. Then he had the operation and started getting fat, so it was Portly Puss. And now he’s just Portly.*