The Grinning Kitten Undertale Novels & Stories

Carrola said, poking Usha on the cheek. It gained the kitten’s attention and it turned to the man. “You’re right. I am a special kitty. I beat slimes and rocky frogs in the forest near the village, you know?” Carrola chuckled. “While we wait for Melana to get you some milk, why don’t we have a chat?” The man smiled and sat in his seat. The kitten made itself comfortable by laying on its side and facing the window. Usha tapped his tail slowly while looking at the window while Carrola was leaning on his seat and watching the little cat’s behavior.

Something inside shifted, and she heard a tiny, plaintive sound. "What—" "Open it." Marcelline reached back and pulled the box forward, setting it on her lap. The sound came again, a soft mewing that made her chest tighten. She lifted the lid. A kitten stared up at her. Tiny, maybe eight weeks old, with gray and white fur that was slightly matted. Its eyes were huge and green, looking at her with the kind of trust that only very young things could manage. "Lucien..." Her voice came out strangled.

Before I can ask what this is, he shoves a small crate into my hands. I glance down and freeze. Inside the crate, a tiny kitten blinks up at me, its fur a soft mixture of gray and white. My breath catches. I know this kitten. It looks just like the one from the site two days ago. “Oh my god!” I squeal. “Is this—?” “Yes.” Kyle nods. “Turns out she was all alone. Ran away from a vet not far from the site. So now… she’s all yours.” My heart practically melts on the spot.

She says. The small werecat moves away and the other twin then morphs into a fur form, his coat much darker than his brothers with a red hue to it. He too nuzzles against my daughter and licks her face. “Okay that’s enough, switch back please,” Tawny sighs, lifting the back of her hand to her forehead. “I swear…” She cuts herself off and again lets out an exasperated breath. “Welcome back Queen Lamia,” I turn my gaze to find Gillian greeting me with a small blonde girl with magnificent blue eyes in her arms.

Jeon giggles. “Yep! Open it.” I tear the box open and a small black kitten with blue eyes pops his head out. He’s meowing indignantly at being captured in such an undignified way. “You got me a cat,” I say with panic rising in my voice. Jeon looks a little worried. “Yes, but he’s cute, right? Do you like him?” I reach down and pick up the small warm body. The kitten immediately rubs his head into my neck, and tears well in my eyes. Without even knowing it, Jeon has given me Jonathan Masters in cat form because this kitten loves to cuddle, just like my former lover.

Gunner laughed and stroked the top of her head. “I see what you mean” he said adoringly as he put his finger in the palm of her hand. She grabbed onto it tightly and Gunner started to make a soft purring like sound. As I changed her diaper, I looked up to him with an amused smile. “Are you purring, like a cat?” I teased. He stopped the sound and cleared his throat. “I thought you were a big scary werewolf, not a sweet little house kitten” I teased him and leaned my shoulder into his chest.

“It’s… fragile.” Her eyes widened, and she carefully untied the bow, her fingers trembling with anticipation. When the ribbon fell away, she lifted the lid slowly, and the box moved. She yelped in surprise, pulling the lid off completely. Inside was a tiny, fluffy calico kitten, a patchwork of black, gray, orange, and white. Its wide blue eyes looked up at her, and it let out a pitiful little “Meeeeow!” “Oh! Ohhh!” Kathrine gasped, scooping the kitten into her arms. It clung to her bright green shirt with its tiny claws, mewling softly. “She’s so cute and tiny and…!”

I handed her the kitten. “Oh my god. You bring me home a niece and a kitten! Best day ever!” Isis squealed as she snuggled her kitten. “I’m going to train you to like our pack and Bloodmoon and the vampires in this room.” She smiled. Kurt was forcing a smile as he looked cautiously at the kitten. “As my gift for my future cousin. Aunt Sarael I present, Eman.” I smiled, bringing out the kitten with a red collar and offering him to her.

Then I finally hear it, her breathing. Kitten is close. Let’s go get her buddy. Using my werewolf speed, I catch up to her, finding her trying—and mostly failing—to climb a tree. “Oh, little kitten. You’ve been caught.” I growl out. Grabbing her by the waist, I toss her to the ground. “Asshole! That hurt! I asked for orgasms, not a wrestling match.” She growls out. Kitten has claws. “You sound like an angry little kitten.” I chuckle.

Ailee, Callen and Finn laugh causing Katrina to giggle. I go over and pick her up from Callen. “ And good morning to you too.” I told her. She babbles and waves what is left of her toast at me. “ I see uncle Finn gave you some toast. Is it good?” I asked her. She babbles some more before trying to shove the toast in my mouth. I pretend to take a bite. “ Mmm, it is good. Now you eat.” Katrina gnaws on the toast again, drool running down her chin. I laugh, “ You are a messy girl.” Callen tosses me a hand towel. I sit down next to Ailee and try to clean Katrina up. After three swipes of the rag I gave up. Every time I wiped her she would just drool again. I’ll just wait until she is done. That