The Fat Cat Book Novels & Stories

It was the best kind of job for me, I loved it and I got paid weekly, enough to eat, after my first paycheck, I had spent a full week starving, I tried to ask for my money beforehand but my boss who’s the meanest person ever, said no. How could such a cold hearted person be responsible for one of the best places in the world! There was no sleeping with a storm outside, I was up most of the night, I was up early and ready to go to work, I was slipping but pushed it down as I got out of her car and quickly walked over to the bookstore. I walked over to the children's books area, I was thankful no one was around as I sat down in a beanbag after grabbing a few books to read.

When she came back, she found Cela sitting beside a big balikbayan box looking disappointed. "You found them," Nanny Rita said. "So they bought a lot of copies of my book," Cela said in a dismayed tone. "They were very supportive especially your mother," Nanny Rita explained. "How about the second book?" Cela asked. Nanny Rita sighed. She knows her too well so she's careful with her words. "I am not sure if your brother already ordered but he has plans," she answered. Cela remains disappointed.

Now, I was highly respected throughout the industry, and the projects under my leadership were directly shaping the trajectory of technological trends. Declan had long since stepped back from day-to-day operations, confidently handing Skysoar Tech's future to me. That night, inside the penthouse apartment overlooking the city skyline, a white, chubby tabby cat curled itself atop the highest platform of a custom-built cat tree. Hanging from its neck was a delicate silver tag. One side was engraved with its name, Snowball. The other read "Levi Young's Home". Now and then, it would lazily glance toward my computer screen with its amber-colored eyes, let out a sleepy yawn, and drift right back i

Day one: the cats refused to eat. Day two: still nothing. Day three: absolute starvation… I watched helplessly as my once-chubby cats wasted away. My face remained stoic, but inside, I was dying. A week later, Leo finally couldn't hold out any longer. He vomited sour bile right in front of me. I had no defenses left. I flung the door wide open. "Come inside." I surrendered to fate. I was born a cat slave. To keep food on the table, I threw myself into even more grueling work. Three part-time jobs a day, sixteen-hour shifts, nonstop.

I was just getting ready for a nap when Lenny's message came through. "Seven thousand dollars—what a lucky number. It's the Christmas season, so of course we can't shortchange our furbabies. This is my bonus. Our cat is a little princess, and she deserves only the best." I didn't read the rest of his messages, because the moment I saw seven thousand dollars, I was so shocked that all my sleepiness vanished. I quickly typed back, "Seven thousand dollars?"

The biting, sarcastic voice of my fiancee, Madison Hodge, rang out once more. "Can you stop eating? I can see your double chin already. Do you seriously expect me to marry you when you look as fat and ugly as a pig? I'm warning you. If you don't get your weight down to 140 pounds, you can forget about us getting married!" I stared at my reflection in the mirror, having just gotten over the shock of hearing my cat, Furball's, thoughts.

Catori groaned then rolled over, thinking that this was why she wanted to join the monastery, but after what that book had said, she doubt she would ever set foot back in that place again. "Come now, young lady." Farrah said, picking up things from off the floor. She held the book in her hand, then sucked her teeth. "Now I see why you are sleeping so late. How many times do I have to tell you? I don't want you reading things like this." Catori said nothing as her mother continued to go off about how a book like that will only rot her brain, and the usual thing about her needing to get married. Thankfully, Lucian came into the room to chase his wife out.

It didn't take less than five seconds and I was healed magically. Nagisa's jaws dropped. " Just what are you?!" I put the bomb away and buried my hands deep in my pockets. " I'M A CAT WITH NINE LIVES!"

Chapter 70: Regrets "Your fat cat looked so tired and bloated because he's full of food. All your allowance just poured into his stomach.” I just shook my head and smiled at what Sera said. "Pat should just be fat. If before, he was wet in the rain, now he's full of love. He's not naughty like other cats. I guess that's just his nature. I really love him."

He always annoyed and insulted me. "You called me fat!" "I didn't call you fat. There, oh!" Kier's snout pointed. I looked at what his snout pointed at. I saw a healthy cat lying on the grass. "Even the poor cat couldn't avoid your antics. Stop it, Karpo!" "Kier!" He corrects his name. "My parents gave me a nice name, then you make it stink." "Tsk, whatever!" "Our cat's name is Fat. I'll get back to you," he said and quickly got into the car.