Scaredy Cat Hospital Novels & Stories

He wanted to let her know that he isn't backing away with her anger. Inside the car, he gave back Mochi to Brieanna and they drive away. Along the way, only Mochi was meowing. Sometimes he would take a glimpse of her but Brieanna remained looking out the window. Finally at the veterinary clinic, there fortunately was only two people. One waiting for her expensive cat breed's cesarean section to get done and one waiting for her dog to finish grooming. While William checks in, Brieanna moved closer to the lady whose cat is having a surgery. She asked why it had to be in C- section and the lady said, the kittens inside were all dead, making it hard for the mother cat.

With the heels, I’ll be as tall as Cressilda. I follow my sister to my room where I build a bed for Kitty-Kat with my softest blanket while she turns the water in the shower on to run warm. Fishing my phone from my pocket, I dial the twenty-four-hour emergency veterinary clinic in Kabankalan and, after describing my dilemma, order a delivery. Kabankalan is a big town but still small enough for everyone to know everyone. The receptionist doesn’t argue when I tell her who I am and that my dad will settle the bill.

That frantic morning, when the screech of tires and the sickening thud had torn through the quiet street, it was Damien who had already been there, kneeling beside the whimpering heap of fur. While I stood frozen, grappling with the sudden surge of primal fear and a strange, almost forgotten sense of helplessness, he was already calling someone. "My colleagues are a vet tech," he'd explained, his voice urgent but calm. "She knows a guy." And just like that, with his help, we'd gotten the cat to a small, private clinic that specialized in emergency cases, bypassing the usual bureaucracy. “I… I really appreciate it, Damien,” I found myself saying, the words feeling foreign yet right. “Getting

I looked at her and quickly covered red marks. "Nothing!" I replied and looked out. She looked at me with pity and sighed. Soon we stopped by the clinic to see the cat. The Vet smiled at Catherine when he saw her. "Good morning to you too..." He smiled at her charmingly. "Good morning!" Catherine also smiled at him. "Where is our patient?" He led us towards the cat and my heart broke looking at her. She was scooted to the corner of her cage and was looking scared. Her right leg had cast on it.

I asked, but still, they stared at me like I was crazy, probably because I said Catherine was my mate. “Can we just see Catherine Tyler if she is here,” Jack intervened because their body language could tell that they knew Catherine's whereabouts. "That's the hospital policy sir,” the doctor that accused me of being a kidnapper said, and I started getting angry. "I just want to know if she works here, you fucker,” I yelled, but it was my wolf's voice that was heard; my nails became longer, and the hairs in my body stood still; I saw the fear in the doctor's eyes.

In the room closest to the door, the pregnant short-haired cat was stretching lazily. The room was twice the size of my office. It was filled wall to wall with cat supplies. Clearly, it had been custom-built for it. I continued to walk in. Soon, I heard Christian's gentle murmur, "It's okay. Didn't the doctor say the baby's healthy? We can replace everything she smashed. It's just a photo frame. I'll have the studio redo it for you." Through a crack in the door, I saw Vicky curled in his arms, her finger tracing circles over his Adam's apple. "But I'm really scared she'll come after me again. She won't accept me—"

He shook his head and said, "It's nothing. It's just a few scratches. Zoey's not that delicate." I used to be afraid of cats. Five years ago, a stray cat had pounced on me. The shock was so severe that I lost the baby I had been carrying for eight months.

I woke to the smell of disinfectant. Where the hell was I? I groaned. “Thank god, I thought we had lost you.” I squinted my head fuzzy. “Adriano.” “The one and only kitten.” “Where am I?” “In our family hospital you had to be air lifted and you had lost quite a bit of blood, what were you thinking in your condition?” “What condition? And why were you at the school?” He grinned. “Thank Siobhan, she called us and asked us to be there. She had a bad feeling that something bad was going to go down, and she was right.”