Sleet Kitten Novels & Stories

After buying everything that they needed for the kitten, he had to drag the bags to the hotel room while Ganice was holding the kitten as a trophy. Now she had something that she could use against Solan. Solan arranged everything in the room. The little kitten bed, a bowl for food and water and other things. "What are we going to name the kitten? I was thinking about a lot of names last night. What do you say?" Solan glanced at Ganice who was sitting on the bed while the kitten was jumping on her. Ganice did not look very happy but little did. Solan chuckled and wanted to say something but his phone started ringing. He looked at the screen where Kesha's name was shining.

I let out a squeal when he pulls out three different Bengal kittens. “These are the only three left. You get first choice.” Quinton states. I watch as Tigo walks over and starts to smell each kitten. It shocks us when he grabs the small damn near black Bengal kitten. She has jsut a hint of dark orange weaved in with all the black. I smile as Tigo takes the kitten to the corner of our room, where all his stuff is. “Looks like that is the one we want.” I comment.

Poor kitten! “What are you doing in this heavy rain…. Cute kitten” I asked, when I’m about to take it in my hands it cowered away from me. It’s having difficulty in moving its leg. I slowly patted the cat head and took it in my hands. Suddenly rain stopped falling on me I looked up and saw a hand holding an umbrella on my head. I followed the hand and saw it was Karthik. He wore a grey button down shirt with black jeans.

River, “I know this doesn’t make up for what I have put you through, but I’m hoping it cuts through some of your stubbornness. She is not yet ready for her shots; she has another week or two to go. Her name is Pearl, but you can change it. I know you have always wanted a kitten but could never have one.” “I miss you, River.” Love Rock, “Damn him.” I say with tears in my eyes. He knew what he was doing. I look down at the kitten. “If you weren't so adorable, I wouldn't hesitate to return you to him.” “You’ve got your life all figured out, don’t you?” I ask it, then look in the big box and find everything I need to get me by with the kitten for a couple weeks. Rock bought food, food and water

Jeon giggles. “Yep! Open it.” I tear the box open and a small black kitten with blue eyes pops his head out. He’s meowing indignantly at being captured in such an undignified way. “You got me a cat,” I say with panic rising in my voice. Jeon looks a little worried. “Yes, but he’s cute, right? Do you like him?” I reach down and pick up the small warm body. The kitten immediately rubs his head into my neck, and tears well in my eyes. Without even knowing it, Jeon has given me Jonathan Masters in cat form because this kitten loves to cuddle, just like my former lover.

Three part-time jobs a day, sixteen-hour shifts, nonstop. Word spread among my coursemates: Scarlett had gone mad, struck by a disease that would kill her if she were without cats. I didn't care. All I wanted was to protect my two precious cats. Over time, I grew accustomed to this punishing lifestyle. Then, Luna became pregnant—and gave birth to a little snow-white bundle. I named the kitten Snowy. The true little demon had arrived. … I had never seen a cat so white. So pure that even snow seemed dull in comparison.

The kitten squinted against the rain, determined to keep moving. I slipped off my windbreaker and held it above the cat, shielding it from the relentless downpour. Soaked to the bone, I still held firm, providing a shelter for the little one. "Survival of the fittest," a voice behind me said, deep and laced with sarcasm. "Even if you save it, it won't make it through the winter." I did not look back, just kept standing in the rain, my coat a makeshift canopy, watching the kitten's struggle. "If it wants to live, it deserves a chance to grow."

“Here you go, sweetie. Just be careful; it can break easily.” “Okay!” she replies, her voice bubbling with excitement as she gently places the box on the floor. With a slow and deliberate motion, she opens it, and her face lights up in disbelief. “Oh… for real?” “Yep,” her mom confirms, a proud grin spreading across her face. “She’s a purebred ragdoll and twelve weeks old. We’ve got bowls, food, and everything you’ll need set up in the kitchen.” With trembling hands, Dawn lifts the fluffy gray kitten from the box, cradling it close to her chest. “Oh, thank you so much! Look, Will, isn’t she precious?”