The White Cat's Divine Scratching Post Novels & Stories

Expectation. Brayden crouched by the wrought-iron gate, gently stroking the stray cat that had come near the estate with his little fingers. The cat had a mix of gray and white fur, featuring bright yellow eyes that gleamed like two moons in the soft, fading light of the evening. It softly purred as Brayden chuckled softly, its fur rippling beneath his hand. For a short while, everything seemed simple and innocent — just a boy and a stray animal, nothing more.

*meow* She literally jumped when she heard the voice of a cat. ‘ Oh good lord!’ She breathed out in relief when she saw a cat. It was a white cat with blue eyes, a typical rich people cat..it was clear by its clean fur that it wasn't a stray cat. And surprisingly the cat recently gave birth. Her body was still swollen from the barbies she held inside it. “ You scared me, you little pretty thing!” she smiled. “ What are you doing here in the dark?”

But then, that figure caught my eye. It was Gwen. She had no idea I was up above. With just a soft clicking sound of her tongue, a whole different world appeared—emaciated stray cats pouring out from the thick bushes to surround her. Seeing them, her expression changed completely. The sharp, cold exterior she usually wore instantly melted away, giving way to a pure, gentle warmth. Early sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting down on her sparkling eyes and the corners of her lips curving into a gentle smile as she leaned down to stroke each creature.

The cedars are very interesting this morning, apparently. Our white cat, Anya, who Kir picked out at the shelter in February because she "looked like she was very discerning” is on the windowsill behind me watching this entire transaction with the dispassion of someone who decided long ago the dog is beneath her notice. I take a sip of the coffee. Still too hot. I burn my tongue. I swear, quietly, at the cedars, the dog, the sock, and the cat, in that order. "You are losing this fight, lyubov."

*Julia* The morning light stung Julia’s eyes as she sat up. It had not been an easy night because of the pain. But, sleep or not, it was time to get to work. “Mew,” The white cat grumbled as Julia got up. He yawned and stretched out his legs before sitting up to watch her. “I’m glad someone at least got to sleep.” Julia scratched his head to get a purr out of him. He begged for more, but Julia couldn’t waste any more time.

Luxstay looked closely, didn't agree, that cat was beautiful, but cute, still his treasured pearl was cuter. White cats are very clean, unlike feral cats, they must have run out of the house. Luxstay and Emma did not leave, trying to find a way to help it find its owner, but have not come up with any results, its owner appeared, said thank you to the two and took the white cat home. Emma's eyes were always fixed on that cat, until she disappeared, then she regained her gaze. "Do you like cats?" Luxstay asked. Emma thought about it, nodded and said, "Yes."

He used his claws to scratch the opponent's chest. Ezra repeatedly scratched, disorienting the opponent, and then threw himself on top of him. Ezra won with sharp, clawed front paws resting on his opponent's black fur. "We're even." The leader of the assassin group stood up, shook his black fur gently to brush away the dust on his body, and spoke. "Winning is winning." Ezra knew that the opponent had yielded to him, so he did not want to admit that he had won, but he still did not understand what the opponent meant.

"So it is a cat?" Mina took a step back, looking at the white cat in front of her. Ignoring the wariness in the big white cat's eyes, Mina knelt down to hug the big white cat. "Meow~ meow~" Yan only identified the shoveling officers as the housekeeper and Lina, and Mina's strange aura made her very uncomfortable. I stroked the big white cat's tail, and just stepped on it. Mina gently stroked his hair comfortingly.

The white cat, which had been silent, began to radiate its aura; at that moment, the palace monster could sense the danger emanating from the white cat in the sky. The palace monster’s eyes glared with hatred at the white cat. Although it might not be as strong as the white cat was now, there was a deeply unpleasant memory of seeing the white cat. "RAAAAAARRRRRR… Tiger Emperor! You again, you again—aren’t you tired?" the palace asked, glaring at the white cat with hatred. Long Chen watched as the cat effortlessly struck the palace monster into silence. Finally, he could see the true power of the white cat, which had remained dormant ever since they’d met.

Those dozens of brawny men carried a litter. On the litter there was a little white cat, whose fur was as white as white jade, emitting a holy fluorescence in the dim morning light. That was extremely eye-catching. What was even more strange was that the little cat was standing there like a human. One of its claws was holding its chin. The sweet voice was coming from its mouth. A cat that was able to talk? Everyone was going mad. A demon ox just died and there came a demon cat! "Wow! It looks so delicious. Why not have a taste?" The white cat on the litter said to himself.