Stupid Cheese Cat Novels & Stories

"Don't listen to these voices they are nothing" She turned to her husband father cat and said "These humans are so shameless, they even don't know how to control their voices. Hump!" With that the trio left from their

said Chelsea as she poked the furry little cuppiebara who simply opened an eye glared at her imperiously and then closed his eyes again with yawn " Really , you are such a lazy bum !" Chelsea didn't know what happened to this little cuppiebara , when she brought him from the vendor he was so cute and energetic , staying a mile ahead from the rest of his siblings but once she brought him home , this little beast turned into a lazy cat ! It only ate and slept , infact the time she played with it , she could count the numbers with a single hand . Chelsea who was ignored again and again for the past six months felt that she has been cheated .

Focus on not getting killed, human' she hisses. 'Sheesh, who pissed in your Cheerios- sorry, I mean dog food?' I laugh loudly at my own joke making two pairs of eyes assessing me like I was the crazy one stop breathing for a moment. "Catena," I command, my order done with as the thick veins of the old trees surrounding us push through the soil and effectively warp around the two dimwits leaving them a spot not daring to move. Unanswered questions weaving through their eyes but not voice any. (Chain)

I reign in my shock at the expensive art hanging up, not really paying attention to where I am walking. Then I am colliding head on with what felt like a wall of granite. I glance up and look straight into the same smoky grey eyes that lurked in every corner of my dreams last night. Um. What. My brain is short-circuiting. “Wha— um. What?” Eloquent, Kat. He raises his eyebrows, clearly amused at my discombobulation. And, shit, I am staring. I open my mouth to try again, but nothing comes out.

He seemed weird. Before leveling the accusation against me, he huffed and glared down at me with the intent to kill "What the heck is wrong with you? Why in the hell are you playing as stupid? Are you able to follow what it is that I am attempting to convey? I mean, you're not experiencing any stomach churning or anything like that, right? What, you don't feel sick to your stomach or like you're going to throw up or something? Are you not pregnant yet?"

Desmond sat in his wheelchair, Chunky the cat curled in his lap. "This cat keeps trying to stow away on your ship," Des stated, smiling, but sadness present in his eyes. Chunky eyed Thane immediately, hopping off of Desmond's lap to curl around Thane's legs. Thane crouched down, scooping up the massive feline and scratching under his chin. "I'll miss you too, big guy," Thane murmured, barely audible over the cat's purring. "What am I, chopped liver?" Desmond joked. Thane put the cat down, dipping at the waist to embrace his childhood friend. "Come on, Des. You know I'll miss you."

"Foolish, just like its owner." With that, he left. The meatball seemed to understand that the words weren’t kind, letting out a sad meow and burying its face into Candice’s arms. Candice was truly speechless. Even the little kitten was being bullied! "Don’t be sad. We’re not foolish at all. Meatball is the smartest," she comforted the cat, which looked a little down. Did it really understand? "Meow~ " Charlie had just finished a call and came out.

I smiled. But who the hell throws a Lemon party. My mother, the mental woman. I dabbed a tissue over it till it stopped bleeding, but not completely. Damn it, I would had to disinfect it, but not right now. "Stupid Charlie, maybe I should call you Satan," I jumped thinking he heard me and was back to claw at me and looked down but it was Satan rubbing himself, or herself, against my leg purring. "Aww thanks, but you're not my cat, he is," I lifted my leg carefully trying not to stomp on its tail with my heels and rushed towards the tubs.

“Oh so sorry. I didn’t know this is date. If I know, I talk about my pet cat.” “You have a pet cat? What kind? Or was that just a joke?” “Is true. I have pet cat. She a rescue cactus cat.” “A cactus cat? I don’t think I’ve heard of that one before.” “Cactus cat? Wild and spiky. She no let nobody inside.” Rina smiles uncertainly because she isn’t sure if Chester is describing a cat or her. He in turn studies her as though trying to tell if he can push the envelope of the touchy topic further.

Celestine mumbles but Damien still heard her. "My little kitten is getting bold." Damien pinched her cheeks and laughed when he saw her glaring at him. "Humph!!!" Celestine only humphed and refused to talk with him. Damien sighed helplessly. No one in this world was qualified to order him or yell at him except his little kitten who was now wriggling in his arms. He was known as the most ruthless, cruel and cold businessman in whole Italy. None had the guts to go near him. But everything turned 180° when this little kitten stepped into his dark and dull life spreading light and happiness.