Stupid Cheese Cat Novels & Stories

A golden energy escaped from the staff and entered the chair. The couch shook violently until a ball of light flew out of it, transforming into a ginger fur cat, with her stomach round, that it nearly seem to overshadow it's entire feature, but the sight was very cute, as it looked innocently at the oppressors, growling softly and attempting to move back, but it was difficult to move. The old man pointed his staff at her, making her moan in defeat and shutting her golden orbs to accept what's coming, but was shocked when her body began to grow in size and within a minute or so, instead of a ginger fur cat, an average looking teenager stood in its place.

"Listen to me." Something in his tone stilled me. I didn't dare to move in his arms. He seemed to exhale softly, yet the grip around my waist did not loosen. He was still holding onto my tail with his free hand. "I once had a cat." He fell silent for a long time after that. In fact, it was so long I thought he wouldn't continue. Then, he spoke again. His voice was very soft, and he sounded almost nonchalant about it. "It was called Powder. It had pink and white fur, too. Just like you."

“What a vicious little bitch. The only reason my owner can’t lose weight is because you bound her to that stupid weight-swap system! “Every pound my owner loses goes straight onto you, and every pound you gain from stuffing your face gets dumped onto her. That’s why the more she diets, the fatter she gets! “Owner, you may be the minor side character in this story, but you’ve actually got amazing luck. You have to stay away from this trashy man and this scheming witch. Not only are they going to get you killed, after you die they’ll use your money to start a company and end up on top!” Listening to the cat’s furious rant, then seeing the gloating look on Chloe’s face, something twisted hard i

The Ghost hummed, having a wraithlike smile on his now visible lips. Heather eyed the cat who had gotten extra-large since she last laid her eyes on it. It looked at her with such hatred, that she could have sworn the obnoxiously arrogant animal intended for her to turn insanely dramatic into believing—she was the cat from Matt’s show. Through some twisted fuckery of events, the imagination of the script writer had culminated into an atrocious reality, which no one would trust, unless they’re barmy. “No, that can’t be true.”

She wasn't dreaming anymore; she was living her dream. Meanwhile, in New York, something different was happening. At the Davenport Studio construction site, Chloe brushed dust off her jeans and noticed a small kitten weaving through the stacks of materials. The little kitten, gray with a white-tipped tail, meowed sadly and rubbed against her shoe. Aren't you brave? Chloe said, kneeling down. She extended her hand, and the kitten quickly climbed onto her palm, purring loudly. When Sebastian arrived to pick her up, Chloe had the kitten close to her chest.

I glared into his face and watched as he silently studied me. “Then who are you? And why are you here?” he asked with a dim gaze and since I couldn’t possibly tell him who I was without ruining everything I scoffed inaudible indignant nonsense and repeated “Whatever or whoever I am, sir, it is insulting to think I would be a thief!” I said, still in my ridiculous stance, and realizing I probably look like Jerry in his diminutive size of a mouse, openly challenging Tom the cat in the iconic comic cartoon of the cat and mouse. I slowly lowered my heel. Then saw his eyes roaming down my body and settling on my chest. I held still, trying not to betray how scared I was of who he might turn out t

He quietly came behind her and screamed loudly. "What are you doing Neha?" He screamed loudly in her ear and she jumped. "Oh my God bhaiya, what the hell is wrong with you?" Neha tried to scream back but failed due to her wild heart in her ribcage and shallow breaths. "It's always fun to scream in your ear." Mustafa said and he started laughing hysterically. "Not so much funny bhaiya. One day my heart will stop beating because of your stupid pranks." She said while gritting her teeth.

I shot Wayne a look of pure disgust and coldly said, "But you're filthy. Looking at you only makes me sick." The color drained from his face. His lips trembled, and for a moment, he seemed at a loss for words. Beside me, Mason chose that moment to deliver a merciless jab. "You're just a used-up, bottom-shelf scrap. Go home and take a look at yourself." I couldn't help but laugh at his words. Honestly, I hadn't expected Mason to have such a sharp, dry sense of humor.

One glance of her big slutty tits in my face and my arousal instantly dissipates. “Hello.” Chelsea fakes a smile. “Hi,” I reply as I cut into my chicken. Angela smiles warmly as she puts her hand on my leg. “God, Mac is like an animal with you. I’ve been watching him.” I swallow uncomfortably. I’m a ho. “Mac is an animal with all women. You should see him with me,” Chelsea murmurs sarcastically into her wine glass.

Aiden stuttered, his face reddened with embarrassment because his one secret was found out by others. "Squishy? Your cat's name is Squishy? Hahahaha... so cute! Hahaha..." Nina burst out laughing hearing Aiden's cute style when he called his cat. Not to mention remembering the squishys neatly lined up in the toilet cupboard, making Nina laugh even harder. Aiden was silent, it felt very stupid and annoying. When you help someone who will end up laughing at your secret. "Should I just kill her?" ***