Stupid Cheese Cat Novels & Stories

And the oddest sentence award goes to that one. “No, he’s just the cheese.” “I’m not following.” Where did the cheese come from again? “Not all cheese is good cheese. String cheese is good cheese. Maybe Ivan is string cheese before it turns into string cheese.” I blinked at her. She’s lost me. Totally. “Um ,sure. But he’s not my string cheese. I don’t even like string cheese.” “Of course you don’t. You don’t appreciate good cheese.” “Can we stop saying cheese now?” I raised my eyebrows, and we both laughed. “I don’t know why I called you. This conversation has gotten me nowhere,” I sigh.

My hair suddenly stood on end because of annoyance. “Little kitten–” he said and laughed. I threw the tissue back at him, “I’m not a kitten.” “Almost…” “You…” “Oh! Come here! I’ll feed you these vegetables here, and one more thing to be fair. You guys gossiped about me earlier that I’m a cheetah, so you should be called kitten. I got so many scratches from you,” he said while showing his arm and neck that I supposedly scratched. I scoffed, that’s what you deserve, you’re annoying.

“I’m being nice.” And just like that, as if summoned by the sheer magnitude of our chaos, a voice sliced through the aisle, like the universe had decided someone needed a front-row seat to this nonsense. “Just so you know,” he said, leaning casually on the shelf, “cats have a sixth sense for emotional instability. They usually pick the messiest house to adopt.” We both turned.

Duke huffed in my head. “It’s entertaining. I never knew they could move like that.” I said. “Cats are weird. Their whole spine can twist in all kinds of funny ways.” “Do you see it always lands on it’s feet?” “I see everything you are. Idiot.” “Don’t start.” “What a weird creature.” “Yes it is.” “Leila loves it.” “So does Chastity.” “Fine. I guess we can keep it.” “And you won’t try to eat it?”

"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.

It was a welcome respite from the bewildering sensations that had gripped me. Sebastian's whimsy knew no bounds. "And have you ever wondered why cats always look like they weigh the weight on their shoulders?" he pondered, his voice a conspiratorial whisper. "It's because they're secretly the world's philosophers, contemplating the mysteries of the universe between their many naps."

"You’re off tonight, D. What’s eating you?" ​I let out a long, ragged sigh and gestured for him to lean closer. I lowered my voice, not wanting the girls to hear. "I had a wild cat break into my suite today. A young beautiful girl. But she was… different, Karl." ​I told him everything. About the way Zara stood her ground and told me not to be rude when I ordered her to get the fuck out of my suite, the way she flirted and went as far as kissing me, the way she broke down when she received that phone call about her father being arrested for treason.

Even though he was hurt too, he had stayed by my side for a whole day. The moment he saw me awake, he burst into tears. “If anything had happened to you, what would I have done?” He cried like a pup. I couldn’t help but laugh and wiped his tears. “Silly, this is our first time meeting. Why are you being so nice to me?” He shook his head.“ Because you'll be my mate. A werewolf only gets one mate in their whole life. That makes you irreplaceable to me.” I froze. Then he held my hand tightly, his eyes unwavering.

After getting my boss' reply, I slumped against the wall, drained of all energy. Henry Somerset's voice echoed in my ears again. "Stop kissing me. If Chris runs into us later, you'll be in trouble. "Oh, right, he still doesn't know you gave me the draft designs of dress and suit he made for his own wedding. I showed him the finished design, and he actually thought we just had the same taste. What a joke! He's so naive, it's almost hilarious."

My girlfriend and best friend adopted a stray. She kept going to his place ever since. Whenever she did, she would have that look of impatience on her face as she said, "I would go over to his place, but that cat only lets me hold it." Blake Chaucer sneered. "You think I want you at my place? It's the cat that likes you, not me." They would squabble whenever they met up. Still, it didn't take long for her to memorize his door's passcode. She even remembered how he needed something warm before bed because he had a weak stomach. When she didn't show up on my birthday, she said, "The cat's having a fever, and he can't handle it himself." I held my resentment over our situation for a long, l