Novel & Cerita Stray Cat Scratched Me And Drew Blood

“However, you like them.” I looked at the healing scratches on the back of his hand, and my eyes grew wet again. “The kitten scratched you?” “Yeah. It was my first time trimming a cat’s nails. It was not used to it yet, so it struggled and accidentally scratched me. Do not worry. It is vaccinated, dewormed, and I already taught it how to use the litter box.” I instantly laughed through my tears. So the cat plush in the car had actually been a gift from Yoana to me.

I don't know where, I just know he's going to pay for hurting my cat. My hand lashes out, and my nails scrape over his face. Deep lines instantly scar his ugly face. I kick him next, trying to bring him down, but he's too strong and screams at me instead. I punch him, and a tooth snaps loose from his mouth. He screams in fury, swinging the machete down again. This time, it cuts deep into the same wound on my side. I stumble back, blood soaking my shirt. I fall down. The phone falls from my hand, and the screen splits apart on impact.

I go to pull the door shut to spare Nina the sight, but a tiny, wet scratching sound stops my hand. I take a slow step toward the back corner. A wooden broom is leaning against the shelves. It moves. Just a fraction of an inch. I reach down and slide the handle aside. A single, snow-white kitten is huddled against the baseboard, its tiny body shaking so hard its legs are giving out. It is covered in its mother’s blood, but its skin is whole. I reach out with two thick, calloused fingers and scoop the creature up. It fits entirely inside the palm of my hand. I hold my breath, terrified that my grip will crush its fragile ribs.

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"

My nails rip away and blacken, then regrow in savage arcs—curved, matte, and lethal. I claw at the floor, desperate for leverage, and the gouges I make are three times deeper than before. Each pull brings a spray of paint from my fingers, gray linoleum and pink skin in a shrapnel pattern. The animal stink is everywhere now, but I can’t tell if it’s from inside or outside me.

Now that I was closer, I could see that her cheeks were stained with tears. "Cat, who is that? Did he hurt you?" I asked, grabbing her arm. She winced and hissed. "It is just a cut." I looked around her and saw the shattered window in the guest house. "What happened?" I asked, nodding to the window. There was glass all over the ground and walkway. Looking down, I noticed Cat was in bare feet, standing in the glass. I grabbed her elbow and guided her over the glass and out of harm's way. She'd already been injured on her arm.

The kitten was here. "Meow..." Amanda imitated a kitten's call. "Meow..." The kitten also responded to her. She took a sausage from the snack bag, tore it open, and a faint fragrance filled the air. "Meow..." The greedy kitten called out again. Amanda smiled and looked at the kitten hiding under a cardboard box. She gently picked up the kitten with both hands. The frightened kitten struggled non-stop. Amanda checked its paw. A piece of skin had come off, and blood was flowing freely.

"Because cats are a whole different breed. Did you have a bad experience with one?" Damn, he's good. Nodding, I say, "When I was ten. I tried to pick up a stray and it scratched the hell out of me." I turn my arms over to show him the light scars that you can still see. "I noticed those," he murmurs and lightly strokes his fingers along the thin, white tissue. Surprised, I pull my arm away from his touch before I begin to overheat. "Your turn," I murmur, trying to ignore the way my pulse speeds up at his touch.

Before the men could get close enough, the cat jumped out, landing on the first man and began scratching his legs. "Ugh!!! It's a cat! I hate cats!" He said with a scowl as he kicked the cat to the wall. "It's just a cat, let's go before I throw up." He said to the other men and they turned around and walked away. I breathed a sigh of relief. That was very close. I waited for a few minutes to be sure they had gone before I stepped out from behind the bin. The cat just sat there on the floor, licking its legs. I saw the cut on her leg. She must have acquired that cut when that man kicked her to the wall.

“Nothing. I mean, nothing was happening. I’ve kept him in my room and he’s been getting better. Less scared of me. I locked him out of the carrier and he jumped up on the bed with me a couple times. But all of the sudden he’s trembling and he won’t walk right—he’s keeping himself down really low when he moves. And he’s pinned himself between the bed and the nightstand and now he’s making these weird noises, listen.” I held the phone up close to the cat, who thankfully made that horrible yeowl, then spat. He even shot out a clawed paw and struck my hand. I yanked it back, swearing. “He scratched me!” I told her. “I don’t know what’s going on, Cara. He was fine an hour ago I swear.” She was qu