Stray Cat Scratched Me And Drew Blood นิยาย & เรื่องราว

His collar only barely hid the scratches and bite marks along his throat. If Eden or Alger had been here, Kane was sure they’d be snapping pictures nonstop. “What the hell happened to you?” Kane asked, pointing at his neck as they both sat down on the couch. Frank grimaced, already painfully aware of how he looked. He quickly smoothed down his hair, rubbed his neck, and winced. “Cat scratches.” Kane raised a brow, smirking. “Since when do you have a cat? I’d say it looks more like you tangled with a nurse who had claws and curves.”

Scratching and probably drawing blood. There's my wildcat. ******************************************

Even the old man doesn’t have that talent. Cai Kang noticed the cat staring at her. “What’s with this cat?” She said noticing its back. It looks patched and scarred. It probably got attacked by dogs or had an abusive owner. Noticing him, the cat became more hostile. “Geez kitty, I’m not gonna hurt you.” She said sweetly. “There now, be careful. I just healed your wound. Don’t get yourself hurt again.” The cat continued to growl. It got Cai Kang suspicious and she tried to pet the cat before it scratched him.

For that reason, being a cat doesn't seem so bad. Evan looked at his wide-eyed small beast and put him on bed, "Sleep," He doesn't know what was wrong with his small beast but it suddenly went closer to him and lie in the crook of his neck. It felt a bit ticklish so he put it back in its original position. But the small beast still stood up and went back to the crook of his neck, its action not the least bit fazed. Evan put it back in its position again, saying, "Don't make trouble." But the small beast still stubbornly insisted and went back to his side, abandoning his neck, maybe, after careful thinking that it is not the best spot.

At least they were familiar faces in this madhouse. But before I could take a single step toward them, a hand clamped onto mine. I turned, and my breath caught. Kika. Her eyes burned into mine, both her hands wrapped in thick bandages, crutches tucked awkwardly under her arms. How the hell is she even here? I thought, my stomach twisting. I paralyzed her… “Congratulations on becoming the 100th wild cat,” Kika said with a faint smile, her voice surprisingly calm. “Thank you,” I replied, trying to mirror her expression, though my gaze kept drifting to her bandaged arms. She looked like she was barely standing. “I’m really sorry for all this,” I added, gesturing toward her injuries.

The burning sting of claws again. This wasn’t normal. Ragdolls weren’t like this. It hurt my heart knowing Alaric had such a cute cat but it hated my guts. “Why.. stop!” My voice shook as I tried to push it back, but it was surprisingly strong. It clung to my sleeve, claws digging through the fabric and into my skin. I felt the scratch, sharp and hot. I panicked, prying it off and scrambling to my feet almost stumbling My guts told me to run so did I.

“I guess I will let it bleed then; I am not feeling any pain anyway.” Her eyes widened at what he said. “It’s not dip; you wouldn’t die from bleeding.” She watched his reaction. “Would you?” “I won’t.” He assured her. “It’s just a scratch.” “From a cat that hates you.” She corrected. “That’s a clear difference; why did you try to hold her?" Alexander brushed past her and headed for the drawers in her room. He knelt on one knee and looked beneath the drawer. Opening a little space in the wall, he pulled out the first-aid kit.

Once I was at the guest room closest to mine, I pushed the door open and deposited Catherine on the bed. Going into the adjoined bathroom, I filled a bowl with water, grabbed a towel before returning to the room. Catherine had gotten quite a number of scratches and cuts and some parts of her body looked like it would bruise, but I really couldn’t find it in myself to feel bad for her. All she had to do was not run away, it wasn’t that hard. I cleaned the cuts and scratches as best as I could and tried to get most of the dirt off her body.

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.

I found out that it had a broken paw, due to the way it's front left paw was slightly raised. Long story short, I have a new guest staying a while, a dog! And I also got a lot of scratches from the beast. I couldn't leave it out there, no matter how much I wanted to. So I carried it in, fed it and prepared a place for it to stay, which was useless, since it occupied my bed with me. Well it's better than a cat to me.