Sherlock Holmes Cat Novels & Stories

Alijah trembled in fear as she watched in unbelief as her pet cat changed from the normal house cat to something close to a tiger with all the golden furs covering its body. When the 'policemen' had arrived, she had opened the door to them, thinking that they were there to arrest her new tenant. When they had begun to ask her weird questions about the man, she had shrugged it off as only a formality. The battle had started when the six policemen and she had all gotten to the room and her tenant was nowhere to be found. They had turned on her rapidly and had begun to drag her out of the house. They might have succeeded if her strange-looking cat hadn't changed form and began to attack them.

West cooed, crouching down on the dust-caked path, and a beautiful silky black cat with intimidating green eyes slipped into his arms. "You sound like you're talking to a dog," I laughed, revelling in the affection with which he nuzzled his face into the tabby's back. The cat purred rather irritatedly in response. He stroked its back with his long, svelte fingers, getting up from the squat. The perfection of his fingernails made me eye mine ruefully - I'd never quite gotten the hang of keeping my nails long and pretty.

She smiled at it again. "He is skinny." Adi commented. "That's why I named him bones." Alfred smiled. "I assume the palace is indeed so clean that Bones couldn't find any rats to feed on them." Leo commented. "This would be contradicting but Bones don't eat rats." Alfred informed him. "Strange." Leo said looking at the black cat who now was staring at Leo and growling implying that he doesn't like Leo. "He doesn't like you Leo." Adi giggled. "So do I." Leo stared at the cat, finding it mysterious.

I looked at her and chuckled awkwardly. "Catherine, you give me more compliments than a man... If I didn't know better, I would have thought that you are lesbian and are in love with me..." She laughed at me. "I love my life!" I handed her coffee and she gestured for me to look at the cat. I smiled widely when I saw that she had come out of her cage and was eating. "She will get used to you" Catherine sipped her coffee. "Hopefully!" I sighed. She eats her food and instead of going back to her cage, she limped under the dining table and sat in the dark corner.

he called, his voice careful as he tried to get the cat’s attention. I almost smirked. He was only calling it ‘Kitty Kitty’ because Taide didn’t know it’s name, and always called it that. And despite the months Ethan had spent around the cat, he still kept his distance. Most times. Wolves didn’t like cats—point blank. They were too small, too… furry. And they had claws. Ironic, but I understood my point. At first, I thought the reason Charlotte had never been irritated by the cat was because she was a half-human and low ranker. Now, after what I had in my pocket, I wasn’t so sure.

"Enough. He's the captain. Just let it go and head home—I'll see you after I check in." He patted her arm, but Mandy wasn't about to let go. "Why don't you come over? I made cream soup to thank you for saving Momo." Momo, her fluffy Ragdoll cat. Wade hesitated, then nodded and tried calling me. But my phone was dead. Completely out. Annoyance flickered across his face. "Fine, playing games again. If you're not going to answer, then don't ever pick up," he muttered.

“So,did you have it?” “I have, and God, do I hope that this solves our case once and for all.” Tacky held the door open and Catherine stepped in. She, once again, observed her surroundings and admired how nerdy Tacky is with his outrageous amount of devices around, most of which she doesn’t know the name for. She often wondered how Tacky had possessed these gadgets thinking that some of the electronics present might need some sort of a license in order to buy.

“—came back to see him on the couch doing that little crouchy pose, you know the one dogs do when they shit—” “—and he took a dump on the couch, got it,” Jedidiah says, staring up into the sky soullessly. “So? Where’s the culprit?” As if hearing his name, Cat stalks out from the bedroom, shaking himself so his fur fluffs up and he looks like an oversized marshmallow. Jedidiah’s anger dissipates. Aw. It’s not his fault. Damn, Cat has Jedidiah wrapped around his little paw. “Um, we shooed him away right as he was doing his poop, so…”

That terrifying smile that he had was not normal, he never genuinely smiled, in fact he smiled very rarely and it was always towards me, the most mocking, haughty or sarcastic smile I had ever seen. He turned on his feet slowly and I could see what he was carrying in his arms. He was a cat, a black cat. He had eyes so deeply yellow that I thought he could demonize me at any moment. I don't think a simple little animal is a dealer of bad luck when he crosses someone's path. However, this little feline seemed from another world. "Good morning, ladies," he caresses the animal's mane, "did you miss me?" he spoke to me, I guess because he saw my sister yesterday.

So pure that even snow seemed dull in comparison. By the first day, Snowy opened his eyes. On day two, he started walking. And on day three, he could open doors, shred the milk box with his razor-sharp teeth, and drink all the fresh milk in the building. Leo and Luna were satisfied with raw food. Not Snowy. He only ate live prey. He drove the neighborhood's escaped hamsters to extinction, snapped up fish straight from hooks, and even hunted a neighbor's pet rabbit. My role as "cat mama" escalated—I was now the posthumous disaster manager: cleaning up after carnage, apologizing to neighbors, begging forgiveness, and still having to earn money.