Stampy Cat Wonder Quest の小説・ストーリー

We even bought a bed soft as a cloud, a litter box that looked like furniture, and tiny sweaters with little buttons. Fancy stuff. The cat had it better than I did—I’d counted my underwear this morning: fifteen pairs total, eight with holes worn through the fabric. When would I get to buy something new? Next was a drive-thru—fast food, warm and greasy, the kind that sticks to your fingers. The sky was darkening, purple and heavy at the edges, so we didn’t linger. Twenty minutes later, we were pulling into the mansion’s driveway. “Yay! Yay! I have a pussy—cat!” Levi shouted, beaming so wide his eyes crinkled at the corners.

Scary. "Are you full?" That question doesn't sound inquiring, but is it more like a statement? How can he answer this? Answering he is full seems to be very embarrassing, but not answering seems to be shameless. Caden wants to cry a river of tears if only he could talk to explain himself. "Not thankful enough?" Selling cuteness can only be the key! Shameless or not, he is his owner! He should sell cuteness to him so his moody owner will feel better! His cat likes to do the same to him before!

With a shrugged on my shoulder, I questioned her, “We know that you like to park your tiny home near body of water, or in a lush forest. You like to jog in a park or a mountainside. The more challenging, the better. You also loved your grandpa so much and always make sure to call every day or visit him from time to time.” “I don’t know if I should feel happy or creepy about this.” Said Cat with a frown on her face. Laughing at her, I gave her a kissed on her cheek and whispered, “How about impressed but also annoyed that we have invaded your privacy so much.” “Yeah, I should do that, probably going to interrogate Zephyr.” She said to me while she wave goodbye to me.

"Only us, all the other animals was the same as the ones you watched in the TV, they cannot grow wings even if they practice million years." "Why are cats so special?" "How should I know? Do you know that curiosity kills the cat? " Joy stopped asking, she was worried that Baby would lose control any minute. Then Joy heard a sound brought by the wind. It seemed to come from ancient times, but it was also loud and clear:

My answers make him stop and write a note in a folder. He finally has me search for Rocky. My wolf seems fine. He’s actually more calm than I would expect from him. Ace has me let Rocky come forward to ask him different questions. What does his mate smell like? How many feet does a squirrel have? Who is his mother? Rocky patiently answers all the questions, then gives me control back. “Is this guy stupid, Keller? He doesn’t know how many feet a squirrel has.” Rocky says with disbelief. “Yeah. A real numb nut, Rocky.” I watch Ace writing notes into a folder.

“I am sorry for getting startled, but I have lost my precious cat, Zuri. Please help me find her. I am afraid she is alone and scared right now.” It was still hard to believe that a non-playing character could sound and show emotions just like a normal player. I knew it was an NPC though, because of the title above her head and that a screen popped up in front of me and Luka. “Gnome, Princess Carrel, has lost her cat. Help her find it and be rewarded. This quest is meant for married players only. Do you accept this quest?” I read the message aloud.

Jacqueline's eyes move away over my face, and she must see my misery because something akin to understand flickers in her eyes. "You care for my Minette," I nod. How could I make such a mistake? The wolf knew, all along. I should have trusted my instincts. To distract myself from the searing pain that sliced me open from neck to groin, I ask, "What kind of cat are you?" "Panther." "Kylie doesn't know?"

I deflate in disappointment, but Charlie finally moves out of the way so I walk inside anyway, really pissed about not being able to give Annie exactly what she gave to me. I kind of wanted her to lie on my chest for hours too. "Hey, Mishi-Mishi," I coo when I see the white kitty lying on her castle. She jumps down and then basically runs to me and starts rubbing herself against my leg. I bend down to scratch her head. "Where's your mom, huh?" "Are you the cat whisperer or something?" the evil twin asks, walking toward me in fancy silk pajamas, her long hair perfectly straight. She looks expensive even in loungewear—like a true ice queen, "Why isn't she scratching you?"

“In my defense, that was a rebellion. A low-budget one, but still.” “It was a mess,” she murmured, turning in her chair. “Your pillowcase looked like a crime scene.” We both laughed, and the tension in my chest began to ease. I picked at the blanket, trying to act casual. “I saw this ridiculous story today. You’re going to love it. There’s a cat running for mayor in Pennsylvania. And she’s winning the online poll.” She blinked. “A cat?” “Yes. Whiskerstein that wears bowties. Her campaign slogan is 'Scratch corruption at the root.'“

I starts. Sunshine furrow her eyebrows and narrow her eyes. "Grey Grey if I know what will happen today do you think I'll tell you? Of course not! Where's the fun in that! And If I can see the future maybe I should buy some tarot cards to make me look legit. Wait. Does tarot cards have letters? That will be a problem then. Oh I know, magic ball that's much better. You know what? Just pretend that I did not say anything."