Sympathy Cat Quotes Novels & Stories

‘Aris, believe me, I am really, really trying to concentrate on what you are saying, but it’s a bit hard considering the fact that… the blinding sight in front of me is burning my fucking eyes off! (ﾉಥ益ಥ)ﾉ ┻━┻ ‘Can’t you two spare some sympathy for the single dogs in this room and stop with whatever you think you are doing?!? щ（ﾟДﾟщ）And, Aris, how the fuck do you expect me to concentrate on serious matters when I’ve got this deadly image of an orange tabby with tousled fur meowing in front of me?!?’ Ok, sure, the devastating cuteness was pleasing to the eyes, but not to the heart! 〒▽〒

] "Oh, I'm sorry, don't get offended about that. I really don't mean anything. So you mean you have a problem with a girl? Is she your lover???" [Of course, yes. Do you think I was too bored as to trouble myself for some other random girls out there?] "Do you really need my advice or what???" [Oh, I'm sorry, don't get offended about that. I really don't mean anything.] "....." Robin. Hearing the cat said the same word that he just said a while ago, Robin shakes his head as he smiled. It seems that this cute little black cat knows how to bore grudges.

"Mom, you are right!" "Is that what I usually teach you?" "You said that if I meet stray cats and dogs on the street, I have to pity and sympathize with him because they are also living," said Brooke in tears.

Daisy mumbled again in a low tone, “I don't need any gift. I will return you tomorrow to your cowardly owner. Ok, kitty?” But when the cat replied with a soft tiny meow. Daisy’s lips curled up with a little smirk and she started again, “I'm sorry Kitty I love you the moment I saw you, but I can't do anything. I have to return you because Nick doesn't care about my feelings at all. He thinks only a gift can make me calm down. He didn't even come to talk with me for once in this long week and now he gave you to me and left without even meeting with me”

a nostalgic smile appeared on his lips. Hunter felt happy as he witnessed how cute the cat was chewing the food. "One of my charities includes an animal rescue and shelter. Because sometimes, they are more humane than humans." The billionaire resisted the urge to speak more about his cruel childhood. Katalina cleared her throat. "I'm not an animal lover. But animals are like humans too."

Mom always says that depression is nothing more than an illness born of idleness. People who are truly busy studying don't have time to be depressed. So, during my senior year of high school, I lie awake through countless nights, my hair falling out in clumps as I tremble over endless mock papers. Mom only slides another mock exam booklet in front of me. "Finish this booklet, and you won't have time to wallow in self-pity." At family gatherings, my relatives notice that I keep my head down and barely speak. They ask Mom, "Why has she gotten so quiet?" Mom's face darkens at once. "It's because she's guilty about something, duh. Go on. Tell everyone what you've done wrong this time." Late

She must be worried about my long shopping spree. Just as I pressed the screen to see my mom’s messages, a notification popped up on the screen, taking me by surprise. Maddox’s name glimmering in the chat box instantly caught my attention. His text about cats and weather was like the much-needed escape from my painful reality, so I didn’t hesitate to type my response. Then ping. “I have a strong opinion about cats and weather, Ashley. Cats are superior while the weather needs therapy.” What? As I gawked at the screen, another message appeared.

I had just sat down, my legs no longer willing to hold me up, when Sassafras leaped onto the table and fixed me with his amber eyes. "I agree with Shenka," he said. "Of course you do." I sat back, refusing to look at him. "Just beat it, cat. I'm busy." "Feeling sorry for yourself." He snorted. "Typical. When will you tire of your little pity parties, Syd, and grow up?"

’ "I guess you would stay loyal to your daddy if you were human. You wouldn’t tell on him even if you knew he was a piece of shit. Because he’s really a piece of shit, ditching me like I meant nothing. Leaving with no explanation. No warning. Like I didn’t mean a damn thing." The cat blinked slowly, as if she was slowly understanding my pain. "Yes," I said, feeling slightly validated. "You're female like me. You should understand. You should be a girl's girl." Anyone who could hear me talk to a cat would probably think I was depraved. But I couldn't bring myself to stop. Talking was better than crying with my own bodily discharge running down my face. Yeah, talking like I was schizophrenic w

Someone else yell at the stupid guy who jumped on me. "Let her go before they make you into soup" the same guy says. "She's not even claimed or collared she's free game" the meanie says. "Don't be stupid, take a walk, I'll take her back home" the nice guy says, offering me a hand, with the promise of going home, I do take his hand. "I'm sorry kitten for what happened" the guy says walking, it took us a long time, really long to get home, I didn't know I walked that far.