Silly Cat Pictures Novels & Stories

It seemed like it was so afraid to go down. "Don't touch her, it's not a cat. It's one of the fairies, they can copy a structure. Do you have cat pictures there? Maybe she saw it." Siva asked us. I looked at my things and there wasn't a picture of a cat on it, but then we saw Ivory, who's jacket's design is cat. "I think I have," Ivory said. I smiled and observed what that fairy was doing. "I thought fairies are humans with wings," Hunter said.

Old Mer, young Mer. “Old cats, young cats, big cats, small, striped cats, spotted cats, short and tall,” Aislen murmured a childhood poem. “But what is the point of what I’m seeing? It is beautiful, and rather Utopian in a Lost Island in the middle of nowhere sort of way.”

Kate squeezed her face, faking a smile. “Not like that”, Catherine pouted, reaching out to stretch Kate’s cheeks into a ridiculous grin. “There”, she nodded, satisfied, dropping her hands. Kate made a silly face, making them both burst out laughing. As their laughter faded, Kate pulled her into a hug. “I'm just glad you're alright”. “I told you, I’ve got 9 lives”, Catherine whispered, hugging her back. “Oh! shut up”, Kate scolded, rolling her eyes as they pulled away, smiling.

They couldn’t just change up what they said while I was being forced to watch a show. Before I could complain to Lucas the sound of music coming from the tv had me looking over and narrowing my eyes. “I said.” I started to say but stopped as I stared at the animals that were on the screen that didn’t look right. “Why does the cat look like that?” I asked as I stared at its pretty eyes that didn’t look real. “It’s a cartoon.” Monica stated in what sounded like disgust. Before I could say anything my waist was grabbed and I was pulled closer towards Lucas.

"I got her when I was twelve and dyed her fur yellow cause she loves the color. I wanted to name her yellow but I had six other cats with the same name so I dyed her fur pink and named her pink. Then I got another cat a week later. She had the whitest fur with beautiful blue eyes. Looking at her for the first time, she took a large chunk of my heart so after a few minutes, I named her Michael Jackson"

"It is!" I glance to the fire pit and retrieve my own matching cup to get a better look at the image. In the middle, two pieces of text arch to form an almost circle. The top piece reads "Tom's Tiki Lounge" while the bottom lists a website for Tom's. The middle of the circle is the most amazing. Smack dab between the two font arches, in full color, is a picture of a grey striped tabby cat sitting upright. Trey turns his own cup to see what I'm so excited about. "It's a cat?"

I yelled with fake anger, "It almost turned into a real crime, and you’re dreaming! And my pants with the pink and orange cats… yes, those too! They were my favorite. I want to cry." My voice cracked, like losing my cotton cat pants was the final blow to my patience. Isla couldn’t hold it in. She exploded with laughter, falling back onto the couch, holding her stomach. "Oh my God! Your cat pants!! Did you say the cats were lined up like a flock of ducks?!" I smacked her shoulder hard. "Stop it! I’m being serious!" She wiped tears of laughter. "So am I! If I were you, I’d cry over the pants alone. Bags can be replaced, but pink cats are priceless!"

It was the silliest picture of my cat. The pinned contact name at the top read, "Darling".

I didn't sleep well. My dreams were a confused mess of legal contracts, masked men, and Adrian Black’s eyes staring at me through a screen. Thump. Thump. Something heavy landed on my stomach. Then, something sharp pricked my leg. "Tom! Jerry! Get off Mommy!" a small voice giggled. I cracked one eye open. My two rescue cats, Tom, a fat orange tabby, and Jerry, a scrawny black cat, were using me as a trampoline. And right in the middle of the feline wrestling match was Milo.

I almost choked at the rhyme and couldn’t help but laugh. “What’s so funny?” my mom asked, returning from the bathroom. We both got quiet while she looked at us suspiciously. Tyler grinned and pulled out his phone. “Have you seen the videos of cats being scared of cucumbers?” “No, I haven’t,” my mom replied, looking at him curiously.