She And Her Cat Novels & Stories

Answering her questions with a question irritates her, I can tell. Her eyes narrow ever so slightly in a two-can-play-this-game sort of way. “Do you want to stay?” “Depends on if you want me to.” She purses her lips and leans back with a sigh. I close my eyes in a long blink and look away, hating the tension that’s creeping back up on us. I like her. I’ve liked her for years. Years. So why the fuck is it so hard to tell her that? She picks the crust off her grilled cheese, neither of us talking. A sleek white cat jumps up on the counter, trying to steal food from Quinn’s plate. She picks the cat up and puts her down, only to have the cat do the same thing again. And again.

she points at the black tabby cat that lounged lazily on the cat bed along the foyer. Deedah waves her hand dismissively. She plants a firm kiss on her best friend's forehead before they both settling in her master's bedroom where they cuddled and sulked.

Her nose curls a bit. “How the hell do you know I don’t own a cat?” I ask as I down a healthy swig of beer. “You’re just not the pussy…cat kind,” she replies straight faced. I almost spit out my beer. She did not just say that. She’s doing a poor job of holding back her grin and I can only shake my head. I holster my gun and place it back on the counter. Shelby follows and rests the dish on the same counter. “I won’t stay, this is all for you. If there are leftovers, you can eat them tomorrow. Any luck catching our guy?”

The cat looked up from the couch, stretched, and walked away with his tail high. I had already worked out in my house gym, showered and got dressed for the day while she didn’t move an inch. Even when the cat started kneading her stomach and left her when he didn’t get any pets. “What time is it?” she grumbled, yawning and rubbing her eyes. My tee shirt, which she was wearing, drooped over her shoulder, making my eyes zero in on her décolletage. I glanced away and served sunny-side up eggs with bacon and a glass of orange juice.

“You came here to critique my interior design?” Her mouth twitched. “No,” she said quietly. “I just want to understand you..” That stopped me. Understand me? The cat returned, curling beneath the coffee table, watching her like she was some new game. “I didn’t know you had a cat,” she said. “Well, you know now.” She laughed softly. “Cute cat. Orange cats are always fierce.” She squatted and beckoned the orange cat over. “Come here, sweetie,” she said in the softest voice.

The broad smile forming on her lips makes me feel light-headed. “I’ll cut some more for you.” As she sits down on the ground, she looks up at me. “You’re not mad at us anymore, are you?” Us. She and her cat. They’re a package deal. I drop down beside her and reach out to wrap a strand of her hair around my finger. “No.”

She crouched in front of the makeup desk to put on some light makeup and styled her black long hair. A cute sound came from the living room as soon as she stepped outside the room. She smiled sweetly and strolled to the living room. And there, she saw their cat, "Evie". "Where have you been?" She asked and kneel in front of her cat. She 'meow' as her answer. "You're in Aus' room again, aren't you? You two are inseparable." She uttered while petting her all over her body. "Are you hungry? I'll prepare your food before I go to work." She uttered and stood.

However, her laugh lacked its usual mirth. After a short while, she grabbed her cat before mustering all her courage. She then prepares herself from jumping out of her window. Hugging her cat as if she was afraid to be separated from it. Her only friend. Her only companion in this miserable life. A black cat that was believed to be a black omen just like her. In this life no one loves her. She was treated like a jinx. A plague that needs to be avoided at any cost.

They all scattered quickly. "So..." she trailed as she sat opposite of us. The cats swarmed her. "Right straight to the point," Eli bent over his legs and rested his arms on his knees. "Do you know anything about Mermaids?" Her brows darted up in surprise. She even jolted, spilling tea on the tabby cat in her lap. It screeched and zipped off. She patted the hot liquid on her jeans.

Unexpectedly, the cat’ hands are carrying her) To that, she gives thank to the cat. In response, the cat is happily accepting to her gratitude. Will the cat stay with her foreve