Stray Cat Scratched Me And Drew Blood 소설 & 이야기

"I know you tired too, baby, but we have to check upon your cuts before you take your little nap. If you behave like a good boy, I will even feed you those little biscuits and I know love so much. That sounds good, uh?" The cat didn't make a sound, slowly lifting his little paw in order to touch Alexandra nose. His submissive behavior and lack of noise made his later abuse record pretty clear. The now half-healed cuts that were spread all over the cat's tiny back were no longer covered in blood, making it Alexandra careful inspection easier to be done. Alexandra sighed when she saw the cuts weren't healing properly as they should, wondering for the fifty time what had happen to this poor kit

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…”

"Who says they can't protect me? Bubba isn't lame. Missy isn't blind. They're good cats. Touch them and we're done." She looked at me like I'd lost it. She slammed the carrier down. "They're not blind. I am. For dating you." Her voice went ice-cold. "We're done. When the world ends, don't come crawling." The door slammed. I let the cats out fast and finally breathed. Not the first time I'd been called names. Since graduation, people liked to call me "saint." All because I'm a legit cat dad. After college, I rented this place and picked up two strays on a rainy night. One male. One female.

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.

Suddenly, an orange and blonde cat with white socks walked timidly over to the edge of the rubble and laid down, mewing loudly. "Come here, buddy." Taren walked over to the cat, but when he reached down to pick it up, the cat hissed and swatted at his gloved hand. "I know your upset, but your Mama's okay. She's in the hospital." Taren stooped down and took off his glove. Then he held out his hand to let the cat sniff him. "See? You can trust me. I'm not going to hurt you." The cat crawled toward him, her eyes wide, and Taren picked her up.

I confirmed her suspicion, before saying anything, when my eyes fell on the marks, I realized that the scratches had already healed and were barely visible. As she waited for my response, I looked at her and explained, "My friend's cat wasn't so fond of me when this happened." I forced a smile, trying to lighten the mood. She chuckled and showed me scratches on her own wrist, mentioning, "Isn't this how cats always are? She giggled, "You should see mine!" "Okay, Julia! You have to rest for a day or two, take care of your diet, and get plenty of sleep!" She placed her hand on my shoulder.

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.

"You don't have to. I can go there on my own." "You sure?" I nodded with a smile. "You have a lovely cat," I grinned. "Thanks. I'm sorry once again," she apologized, before leaving with her cat. I sighed and tried to take a look at my injured arm, but to my surprise, I didn't find any wounds there. I blinked a thousand times. When the claw of her cat had cut through me, it had stung so painfully. I should be bleeding from it, so why does my arm look free from wounds?