Silly Cat Pictures Novels & Stories

have found me so fast. She shoved the thought down. Hard. Across the yard, Jasmine and Kika were locked in a brutal spar. Jasmine—wild cat number 89—was dominating, landing elbow strikes and knee drives that had Kika (101) staggering. Serial stood at the edge of the mat, arms crossed, shouting critiques. “Too slow, 101! You fight like you’re scared of pain—newsflash, it’s coming anyway!” Jasmine swept Kika’s legs; Kika hit the mat hard. Serial barked a laugh. Then her gaze shifted. Landed on Riley. A slow, predatory smile curled her lips. “Oh look who we have here,” Serial called, loud enough to draw eyes from every corner of the yard. “The runaway wild cat. Quite surprising how out of the

When I spotted it had to bite my lip. Mister I hate cats was passed out in the middle of Chastity’s bed, on his stomach, holding a pillow, and on his back, curled in a ball, fast asleep was Lilac. I quickly grabbed my phone, and snapped a picture of the sight before me. Colby was going to flip when he found out, but it was just too funny. Finally Chastity went to wake up Colby after moving Lilac while I snickered, and showed Lexi the picture who instantly started giggling again.

“You’re totally having a girl. Trust me, I have a sixth sense for these things.” “You thought my waiter’s cat was pregnant last month,” I reminded her. Naomi flushed. “Okay, but to be fair, it looked pregnant.” “It was a male cat.” “Fine, bad example,” she huffed, but she was smiling. I couldn’t help but smile too. For a blissful thirty minutes or possibly more, we giggled over miniature shoes and impossibly soft blankets, debating whether babies really needed hats with animal ears or if that was just a scam to sell more fabric.

Surprisingly, the cat was very big, almost as big as my wolf. It wagged its long tail slightly and walked towards me with elegance and playfulness. I knew right away she was Sibyl. "You're a calico cat." I swept her with my tail. "Is this your spirit form?" The calico cat gently "Meow" a few sounds. I understand what she means. "It's me. It's my spirit form." She came up to me and rubbed gently against my hair. Her movements seemed magical, and I felt sleepy in the sun.

“You’ve been showing up in them since we chatted in the library on Monday. Always trying to be some knight in shining armour—your sister turned into a cat last night in one of them and she was biting at the vampire’s ankles—even you did—but it wasn’t enough.” “Cassidy? A cat?” “Yeah, kinda like this little cutie,” she said, taking Cassidy by both cheeks and scratching with some vigour. “But different. Dream cat had stripes like a regular tabby and the fur wasn’t nearly as soft.” Cassidy purred at the compliments, awfully content for a girl who didn’t want them to be there in the first place. “Sounds like you’ve got one of those overactive imaginations. My niece is the same but it’s usually w

I pretended to whine and Kiara had to cover her mouth to stop herself from laughing out loud, my smile widening at the sight. “Curiosity killed a donkey” “I’m pretty sure it was cat” “Why would curiosity kill a cat?” Kiara asked frowning. “Why would it be killing a donkey?” I asked raising an eyebrow. “How would I know? All I know is that cats are cute, especially kittens” she said dreamily and I found myself admiring her for what seemed like the thousandth time today, though it didn’t matter, I was enjoying every second of it.

I am ready to pay the price; just lead me out. The squirrel cat bent its head as if thinking about my proposal. After what seems like forever, it finally speaks. "First, let me down." Without hesitancy, I placed it on the ground, then rubbed the head of its red hair, down to its tails. "Second," it continues. "Repeat after me, I am a simple being." "What did you mean by simple?" I inquired about it. The idiot let out a chattering sound again as if it didn't care about my problem. Wait a minute, does it even care? I bit my lower lip to avoid screaming at it. After a few minutes, it finally said, "Simple means stupid, idiot, fool, la--"

It didn't take less than five seconds and I was healed magically. Nagisa's jaws dropped. " Just what are you?!" I put the bomb away and buried my hands deep in my pockets. " I'M A CAT WITH NINE LIVES!"

she opens her arms wide enough for Charlie to come barrelling in. "Do you know what you need now?" "A bag of sour patch kids?" "Nah! Whatcha need now, girlfriend, is a 14-inch rod deep-dicking you to hell and back!" Deedah replies with a smug smile. You'd think being best friends with Deedah for five years would make Charlie get used to Deedah's filter—or lack of. Charlie gasps before she slaps Dee's arm. "Dee, you can't be saying vulgar words like that... Sambi is in the room," she points at the black tabby cat that lounged lazily on the cat bed along the foyer.

"And what caught my naughty baby's interest this time? Be specific," My eyes lit up. "Mum, haven't you ever imagined how you'll look as a beast woman? You know, animal ears, tails, and maybe a nose? Well, I have. I'm a cat because obviously," I held my hands to my face, imitating paws and pouting my lips. "I'm adorable. I can also be a bunny. You're far from cute so I'll say a fox. You're a sexy spice, Mama," I purred. She rolled her eyes. "I imagined that and it was like a norm, right? Not that it's uncommon but what about the men?" Sorry, Dad, payback is a bastard. Mum's ears perked with interest and her lips curved into a cat-like smile. I've got you!