Robot Kitties Novels & Stories

Without hesitation, she presses the play button and tilts the screen so that we can all watch together. The video begins, and we are instantly greeted with a playful scene. Kittens and cats of various colors scamper around a charming townhouse, darting under a Victorian loveseat and leaping onto a rocking chair. The camera zooms in on a graceful gray cat prancing around the fireplace. Sergio's voice resonates from the phone's speaker, filling the room. "Licorice, now do the cat walk. Do the cat walk!" he exclaims with enthusiasm, accompanied by pulsating techno music in the background.

My kitten walks in, folding her arms. Aw shit........ *********

She felt his hand brush the top of her head—just once, just lightly. "Goodnight, Kitten." She looked up. He was already walking away—no smirk, no wink, no acknowledgment that he'd just done anything out of the ordinary. Just the back of his silver head, disappearing into the kitchen. She pulled the blanket up to her chin and grinned at her laptop screen. The video could wait.

Only if Mira can understand she thought. "You know what, I will try and do as you say. He is a guest, I mean he is my guest right? Every guest deserves to be treated nicely." Kitty smiled, then she picked up a meat from the burnt ones "Eeewwwweee bitter" She snaked out her tongue and hurriedly gulp down two glasses of water. "You burnt it." Mira hissed. Suddenly they both heard a knock on the door. And Kitty stood up, arranging her hair and wiping off pieces of burnt meats that rested on the corners of her lips. Then she sucked her lower lips to make it look moisturized a little-her lips were naturally glossy pink lips.

"It'll only be one or two drinks." She waved a hand dismissively. "We'll clean everything up before she gets back." Ryan hesitated. "I don't think..." "Oh, come on." She smiled warmly. "We're just having a little fun." After a long pause, Ryan finally sighed. "Alright." "But only for a little while." "Deal." The game began with laughter. At first, it was harmless. They teased each other whenever the bottle landed in the same place twice. One drink became two. Then three.

The alpha chuckled. "Can we adopt a cat too? " The omega tilted her head. "A cat? Do you like cats? " "I love them! " The girl beamed. "Don't you like them? " Keiran scratched his neck. "Umm… not really to be honest because you know, cats and dogs hate each other… so it's my instinct to do that. But don't worry, I can do anything for you. Even if it's a cat or a tiger, I'll give you whatever my beautiful wants,"

Koji asked. “It’s possible.” Kartika said. “Doki-Doki users without Jowa exist because they asked other users to plant their Iru to their hearts. They may choose what kind of power they desire, but sometimes it goes wrong just like Kiki, the rhino-shrimp-hybrid.” Kartika explained. “It means, I just have to kill them, right? Wait, Didn’t Taye have Jowa, right? Why was he counted as a pink ranked member?” Alfi asked.

Usha suddenly appeared on the windowsill, distracting him for a second from his book to reply the kitten. “Hey, buddy. How’s your adventure today? Oh did you bring fish home?” Jai asked, not at all feeling weird that the kitten brought back something again today. Apparently, it had become the little creature’s habit to bring home carcasses, or its ‘prey’. Either for it to be cooked or just showing it to them like some sort of achievement. “You know, I would be okay with you bringing dead fishes like right now. But can you not bring animal carcasses or corpse again? It’s not very clean,” Jai said as the kitten jumped to the dinner table from the counter it was previously walking on.

"Snowy's injuries are almost healed. Sir, would you like to come see her with me?" Snowy was the name I gave the white cat. Since Katie had a mild allergy to cat fur, Snowy had been staying at a veterinary hospital. In the dim car, Ian rested one hand on the steering wheel and looked away from the rearview mirror. He narrowed his eyes at me slightly and smiled. "Sure." Katie, whose foot was halfway out of the Porsche, stopped. She immediately sat back down and stomped her foot furiously. "No! You can't! Today is your birthday. I promised I'd spend it with you. How can you leave with this wretch instead?"

Zoe beamed as she scratched behind the pitbull puppy’s ears. “Uh, perhaps you should let me take over, Miss Justice,” I said, clearing my throat, trying to move her away from the table. “But why?” she questioned with confusion written all over her face. “Just a safety precaution with Titus being a pit and all.” “Dr. Parker, he’s a puppy, and I’m fine. Please be seated,” she gritted through clenched teeth. I sighed but returned to my stool in the corner of the room and watched him flirt with Zoe while she examined the puppy.