Stupid Cheese Cat Novels & Stories

The stray cat I adopted had recently started looking at my boyfriend, Logan Bennett, and his female best friend, Chloe Dawson, like they were complete idiots. Then one day, Chloe climbed into the passenger seat of Logan’s car again and shot me a provocative smile. A fierce little voice suddenly rang out in my head: “Human, that woman is calling you an idiot in her head! She’s also planning to get your man drunk tonight! Hurry up and slap her! If you do, I’ll make sure you find money on the street when you leave!” I froze and stared down at Mochi in my arms. So my cat could not only talk, but also read minds and predict the future? Fine. From today on, Mochi and I would make these two s

I stumbled back, my hands clutching his arm again “What is that!?” I gasps, narrowing my eyes at the hideous monster in front of me. It was skinny and shaved, with soar around its collar. I could see the anatomy of its rib cage. It had only one eye and where the other should have been was a hole. He was also missing its ear on the same side. Repulsed by it's ghastly appearance, I wrinkled my nose at the sight of the dirty white cat that had just come out of the dumpster.

My forehead creased because of Dwight's actions. Anyway, let's not mind him. I'll just remember Alexis's moments with me back on the class trip. It was so fun to talk to him about random things, like how he owns a cat named Chewy and how he likes cheese so much that he could eat it all his life, and he would still die in happiness.

"But, after I am executed, I promise I'll choose to come back as a ghost so I can still make your life hell, Ning Ren. I always have plans even if I am no longer alive to do them. I can possess someone else to make sure that I bring hell to whom I would like to bring justice to." Hearing her huff of speech made the prince laugh softly, "There you are my furious cat. I will look forward to being haunted. But, not by you. My dear, have you forgotten that cats have nine-lives." The prince tapped her shoulders, "Get up quickly, the ground here is cold. You're already not eating well, if you get sick it will not be easy to get well again in a place like this. You condition is already one

The last thing we needed was more gossip. I set the bags on the small table near the window and started unpacking. Two Italian beef sandwiches, extra peppers. A large order of cheese fries. Onion rings. And—because I couldn't help myself—a chocolate milkshake. Cat appeared beside me, her eyes lighting up in a way I'd never seen before. "You got onion rings too?" "Seemed like a good idea." "Jameson Connelly." She looked at me with something that might have been genuine affection. "You might not be completely terrible."

Maybe I need this again and again. The next day I woke up feeling something heavy placed in my chest, before I acted violently I realized it was Monroe’s cat shibi. I giggled while petting her because she’s so cute. But then my mind demands to throw the cat away, me and my strange mind again. I quickly placed the cat onto the floor to not hurt her. Crazy mind, yet smart move because when I put her onto the floor she then peed on my dear floor. I shrug. I'll report her to Monroe, a bad kitten.

She laughed at the cat and ran her hand down its back. “Midnight, you crazy cat, why do you have to jump right into my lap?” Majesta laughed as she ran her hand down his back. “That is a fat cat, what in the world are you feeding it?” Amèliä teased. “Cat food, he thinks he needs to eat three times a day. Only the best for him. Will not think about working off any of that weight.” Majesta smiled, petting Midnight.

Catherine couldn't believe what he said to her. The insult. She stood up from the couch and stalked towards him. "Don't you ever call me stupid, Ace Hampton. I am not stupid and will never be. Did you even care about me a little? The moment i heard the news about you and Chelsey i texted you, just to cheer you up. I flew here from London just to make sure that you're okay, to let you know that im here for you if you ever need me!" Catherine snapped, her eyes getting blurry with tears and her lips trembled. "I wanted to make sure that you're fine. But you...... You dont care Ace. I'm really pushing myself to believe that you dont love me anymore and that's okay. I wont force you. You treat me

They still took me for the same naive fool from my past life, the clueless wife who did not know what jealousy was. I simply curved my lips into a smile, leaned back against the chaise, and spoke lazily. "It's just a cat, a worthless little life. Since Jocelyn sent it, it will take her name. From now on, she'll be called Josy the Wretched Cat." The moment those words left my mouth, the cat I had tossed to the floor puffed up its fur. A vicious hiss rose from its throat, claws out, lunging toward me with pure hatred in its eyes.

Curtains swaying gently in the breeze. And right there in the middle of the floor— Potatoes. Everywhere. Silence. Noah blinked. “…What?” Then came an indignant *meow* from atop the fridge. Everyone turned around at once. The neighbor’s cat was sitting there. Very fat. Very satisfied. And apparently responsible for the entire potato catastrophe. For a few seconds, no one said a word. Then Noah slowly lowered the baseball bat. “We were terrorized by a potato cat.” The cat meowed aggressively.