Stray Cat Scratched Me And Drew Blood Novels & Stories

He sat down and stroked the little cat: "Kitty, go home, don't run around like that." The little cat rubbed against his hand, constantly moaning. Because it was dark, Uri didn't notice that the back legs of the cat had been dyed red in a large patch. "Let's go back!" Uri said and quickly stood up. Just as he turned his back, a black figure get out of the alley. Not long after, a red blood flowed from the inside.

"And the little scratches on your face must be from a cat I'm guessing?..." "A slight ruckus with a wild boar out in the highlands..." I replied sharply. "Unexpected lunge out of the bushes took me to the ground and my head to a boulder..." I explained. "The scratches are simply close calls and near fatal teeth marks, so I'm sure I'll be fine..."

She stared at him, then at me, like I owed her answers. "What happened?" she demanded, voice quivering, sharp enough to cut through the haze in my head. I shrugged, letting my shoulders slump like it was nothing. "It is what it is. Liam got scratched by a large animal." My words came out flat, casual, but sweat beaded on my neck. I hated talking to strangers, especially women. Her gaze darted around, wild, like she expected claws to rip through the walls. "Large animals? Do you mean like servals? African lions? Leopards? Jaguar?"

Look what that bastard did to me’ I was going to ignore the text, but the attached image drew me in. My thumb hovered over the picture, trembling, before I clicked on it. And I froze. Jasper's wrist, where the stranger grabbed earlier, had deep scratch marks. The kind of mark you wouldn't get from just being grabbed by a random person. I told myself that I was just overthinking it, but I knew what I saw. The mark looked like they were gotten from claws… too deep and precise.

She raised her hand and slapped the man twice, as hard as she could and he stumbled back. "You bloody bag of shit..." I took off my jacket and gently wrapped the cat in it. Tears escaped my eyes when she cried weakly. "Take that shit and get out of my house before I call the cops... Shouldn't have pissed on my clothes... This shit is useless anyway..." He growled back at us. "Catherine, we need to take her to the vet... She is weak" I quickly walked out. "I am going to kill you for this... Just wait and watch"

He bites my ear hard enough to draw blood before he walks away. A moment later I hear his steps come back towards me and I stiffen my entire body against the bed post trying to prepare for whats coming. Without words, without warning I feel the sting of multiple claws dig into my back and then rip my skin open as he drags it backwards ready to strike again. A traditional cat o nine tails with actual claws, the preferred implement of sick fuckers.

Xyla felt very sorry for the maid. However, she found the things the maid said hard to believe. A creature with the smell of sandalwood hopped onto the maid’s face and scratched her eye. This was quite an unbelievable story. Looking closely at the maid’s injured right eye, Xyla also found two long scratch marks beneath the traces of blood… It looked like a cat’s scratch. Soon, the maid’s voice trembled even more. “Miss, please get someone to take me to the hospital…” Xyla immediately nodded while holding the maid’s hand. “Okay. I’ll take you there right away…”

Someone else yell at the stupid guy who jumped on me. "Let her go before they make you into soup" the same guy says. "She's not even claimed or collared she's free game" the meanie says. "Don't be stupid, take a walk, I'll take her back home" the nice guy says, offering me a hand, with the promise of going home, I do take his hand. "I'm sorry kitten for what happened" the guy says walking, it took us a long time, really long to get home, I didn't know I walked that far.

The dizziness eased slightly. I turned my gaze to the final scratch card once more. I made up my mind. My hand trembling, I began to scratch.

she said in a very low, gentle voice. The wounded stray cat meowed aggressively at first due to threat feeling, but then later on, he was able to sense that Camila would definitely not hurt him and he was already in safe hands. Observing it, Camila's gentle pats on its head and fur made it feel that he found his savior, especially when it cried because of relief that he was finally saved and, at the same time, trauma and pain because of the big cat that bullied him almost to his doom.