Stray Cat Scratched Me And Drew Blood Novels & Stories

he said lazily. Sharon's gaze shifted—and sure enough, there were several fresh scratch marks on his hand. Thomas continued, "I don't know whether it carries any virus, so I was about to go to the hospital for a vaccine." Sharon had been about to explain that it was fine, but considering that someone unfamiliar with cats being scratched would want a vaccine, it was understandable. She immediately said, "There's no problem. We'll take full responsibility for any treatment. As for compensation, as long as it's within our means, you can state your terms."

And it was shredded into pieces. I scanned the area, double-checking that no others were remaining, before rushing to Catrina, who was lying on the ground. Her hair was covering her face; I flicked it back. Her eyes were closed, but her breathing was rapid. I cautiously slide my hand beneath her body and then gently lift her into my arms. I could see her bleeding from the wound on her shoulder, the blood staining the sleeve of my jacket. Seeing all this blood makes me feel like unleashing my beast and annihilating them all.

" You'd better get away from here and go home right away ." “The cat needs help,” I said in a low voice, looking in the direction of the stray cat . The sound of the rain might have overpowered my voice, maybe he hadn't heard me. While trying to get up with the support of my palm, the pain in my back filled my mouth, I couldn't suppress my moan.

I moved over to scratch behind his ear and under his neck. “Still sleeping, huh? Lazy little kitty, you sleep a lot. I guess there’s something to people wanting to die and come back as a house cat.” The stray just purred, keeping his eyes closed, enjoying the pet. He rolled over onto his back, exposing his belly so I could reach under his neck better.

But I was scared she'll get suspicious and silence me once and for all. “Hi,” she smiled back. “How is your hand?” The maid asked. My brows slowly knitted as my head turned to the maid. What the hell was she talking about? Mira smiled and raised her hand closer to her face. “It just a little scratch.” “How did you get it?” I asked, watching her reaction. But her smile completely covered everything. “Cat.” “Cat.” She nodded. “Yes,” the maid chipped in. “A stray cat got in yesterday. Mira tried to help with it, but got injured in the process.”

I may have hit a kitten too hard because now the side of her head is bleeding profusely. I crouch down beside her and tap her bleeding head lightly. “Don’t worry, I just need your identity for a little while. In the meantime, I hope someone will find you soon. We don’t want you bleeding to death now, do we?” I place a finger on my chin, then shrug. “Not like I even care.”

As the man regained his footing, Katrina pounced on him. She sank her teeth into his leg and tore, tearing through the flesh and muscle. Blood splattered everywhere, coating her muzzle and staining her fur. The man screeched in agony and struggled, trying to dislodge her paws from his calf. Katrina snapped her teeth even harder at his leg. Suddenly, the pressure released from his thigh and he fell to the ground, clutching at his injury. Katrina let him go and watched him collapse with satisfaction.

She replied honestly, “Its leg is injured!” Skyler walked past Jocelyn. She watched in shock as he took the weak kitten in his arms and reached out to pat its head. “How pitiful!” Jocelyn was in slight disbelief. Skyler had taken the cat in his arms. Besides, the stray cat was extremely dirty since it had been homeless for some time. Her voice was rather dry. “President Moore, you’re…” Skyler cast an icy look at her. “I’ll bring it to the vet and get it healed. Is there any problem with that?”

I murmured, spotting my tiny orange tabby limping toward me. I knelt down and scooped him into my arms. “Hi, buddy. You missed me?” He let out a raspy purr, rubbing his face against mine. I kissed his head and gently inspected his bandaged paw. Healing well. Still wobbly, but better than weeks ago. Scratchy seemed to be adapting to his temporary handicap with typical feline stubbornness. Just as I was settling into the moment, my phone shrieked from inside my bag. I groaned. “Oh come on. Do you people ever give me a break?”

It's breathing was raggered and I knew that it wouldn't take much. I jumped on top of the cage in one swift movement and I grabbed him by the head and with my extended claws I scratched him across the face and I dropped him again and I jumped off the cage. I turned to look at it and it was screaming in the cage while it was holding it's cheek. The blood was pouring out of the wound and I stood back watching it try to stop the bleeding.