Sleet Kitten Novels & Stories

Sloane whispered. In response, the kitten sneezed. She laughed, which only seemed to embolden the little cat. He pounced toward her, tail twitching, attempting to climb up her legs. "I told you, I can't take you home." Sloane caught the little fellow before he could tumble off her bent knee. "I wish I could." It was silly, but she felt a certain kinship to this poor, lost creature. "Although...I suppose it wouldn't hurt to carry you to the place I'll be staying tonight. Maybe when I get to the town they'll tell me what to do with you." And she could at least get him some more food and maybe even some fresh milk. "What do you think of that?"

I love her. It is then that I realize you could hear a pin drop in the place. The only sounds are my ragged breaths and her light sobs. People are awestruck including the DJ. “Come home with me, please, Little Kitten,” I plead without turning around to look at her. “I want to have fun, but you ruined it!” She shines.

She pointed towards the living room, and Tarrin, not bothering to take his shoes off, stormed off in that direction. “LINUX, YOU HAVE 10 Sec-,” Tarrin’s voice got caught in his throat when he saw it. Linux was sitting on the couch, holding the most adorable milk chocolate-colored kitten Tarrin had ever seen. Its tiny mew brought Tarrin out of his loss for words. “What is it doing here, Linux?” Holding the tiny kitten up as it mewed louder, Linux replied, “It has two broken legs. I can’t just leave it at the clinic for the night! Isn’t she just so adorable? She’s even chocolate-colored. That's such a rarity, Tarrin!”

The vet says that the kitten is perfectly healthy,but it needs be neutered. Andrew and Samantha decide to have the kitten neutered.They want to make sure it doesn’t reproduce and end up in a shelter.The vet tells them that the kitten is probably around eight weeks old.Andrew and Samantha decide to name the kitten “Mittens.” When they bring Mittens home,they find that it’s very playful and cuddly. It’s loves to play with toys and chase after things.

He had this dark dangerous vibe around him like he was possessed. A devilish smirk loomed on his face that made me gulp the lump in my throat. “ Then indeed both of them, Kitten.” Clyde one hand spread my fold while his mouth and tongue glorified, sucking and licking my cunt. Moans of pleasure erupted on my throat but when he inserted two fingers at once inside of me. Feeling the constant pleasure inside and out made my mind go blank. His tongue played on my sweet spot and before I knew it. I was calling his name begging for him not to stop until I reached my peak and almost lost my balance from euphoria but Clyde caught me in time, placing me down in the bathtub. With shut eyes I felt the

No time to rest, no time to breathe—we were officially in the thick of it. The second kitten arrived with far less drama. This one came out wriggling and squawking, as if it had complaints about the lighting. A mess of black, orange, and cream swirled across its tiny body—classic tortie. Ofelia crouched next to me, eyes wide as she whispered, “Freya. She looks like her mama.”

Knowing my glare of ‘don’t you fucking dare’ which seems to cool his jets, and he switches to a charming smile instead to cover his misdemeanour. The miaow calls to me again and I’m so drawn I completely forget all else. I lean in to peer at the delicate little bundle of ginger stripes and fluffy white tummy and really take stock that it's not some rabid gargoyle at all. It’s a kitten. A little blue-eyed poofy bundle, crying desperately to be picked up. Cooing and calling me to adore its precious little fluffiness.

“Whitie!” Jocelyn turned around at once. She saw Skyler staring at her and the kitten with a lowered head. He was dressed in casual clothing. Jocelyn pursed her lips instinctively. However, before she could say anything, Skyler smirked and said, “I was calling it!” Jocelyn was stunned. She looked at the white kitten in her arms. There was a hint of a smile in Skyler’s voice. “Its name is Whitie!” Jocelyn recalled how Skyler had told her that he was calling the kitten just now. Did he assume that she had thought that he was calling her instead?

Gently pushing it open, I peered inside and saw a small, black kitten curled up on the floor. My heart melted at the sight. The kitten was absolutely adorable, its glossy fur gleaming under the soft light filtering through the room. Unable to resist, I stepped inside and knelt down, reaching out a hand to the tiny creature. The kitten looked up at me with wide, curious eyes before rubbing its head against my hand, purring softly. “Hey there, little one,” I whispered, smiling as I gently scratched behind its ears. The kitten responded by playfully swatting at my fingers, making me laugh.

He took off his shirt, and he grabbed his rod, giving it a rub, saying, “I don’t know about you, but I sure am so fucking ready.” “Just a minute, tiger!” Scarlett said behind the bathroom door. “Just changing. Patience. Patience.” “Changing into what?” Kaleb asked. He did not receive an answer. Instead, he heard the creaking of the door. His kitten came wearing a silk robe. Her beautiful face had light make-up on, suggesting she was prepped up for that night. Kaleb coughed against his fist and sought, “What’s under the robe, kitten?” “Turn around,” Scarlett ordered.