The White Cat's Divine Scratching Post Novels & Stories

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.

Afterwards, I saw him squatting while reaching into the thicket. "Why, Fi?" He turned around, smiling showing the rows of white teeth neatly lined up. "Here," He said, waving his hand to get me closer. "Whoa, cat," One medium sized box lay in the thicket. There was a mother cat and several white and yellow nursing kittens look adorable. I’m feel pity, there still have people who don’t have a heart to throw away this poor creature with only a thin brown cloth. Pity. I crouched down to look it closer. Stretched out my hand to put the mother cat for pet it. I saw the mother cat licking her children with great affection.

I deflate in disappointment, but Charlie finally moves out of the way so I walk inside anyway, really pissed about not being able to give Annie exactly what she gave to me. I kind of wanted her to lie on my chest for hours too. "Hey, Mishi-Mishi," I coo when I see the white kitty lying on her castle. She jumps down and then basically runs to me and starts rubbing herself against my leg. I bend down to scratch her head. "Where's your mom, huh?" "Are you the cat whisperer or something?" the evil twin asks, walking toward me in fancy silk pajamas, her long hair perfectly straight. She looks expensive even in loungewear—like a true ice queen, "Why isn't she scratching you?"

he said in a falsetto, making his way through the room slowly, not wanting to startle the poor animal any more than he already had. He found the cat crouched in the corner at the back of the house. It was completely black except for one spot of white on the nose and four white paws. “So you’re my little phantom, huh?” Brad said softly. The thing started trembling and looked ready to bolt. Brad paused, remembering something he’d read online about a guy who’d tried to pet a stray cat and had ended up with scratches all over his arms and face. He considered trying to shoo the animal back out the window with the broom but quickly dismissed the idea. That would only make the cat feel more cornere

The scratching became more urgent and Selena hesitated, “I think it’s Mr. Kitty.” Right when she said so, they heard the long mew. “He’s probably hungry.” They saw the doorknob moved suddenly and they both shuddered, instantly clamping the blanket over their chest. Cassandra grumbled under her breath as the ragdoll cat had a paw on the handle, its white body pushing the door open. She glared, “Not in my room, beasty! Shoo!”

I grumbled, staring up at the ceiling and manifested enough patience to deal with this cat so I won't end up killing it. Me vowing not to hurt children or animals was one thing, the animal being Adrian's was another thing. "Hey, white little thing." I forced out a smile that didn't reach my eyes. I crouched down and scratched behind its ears, grimacing at the hair that felt a little funny against my fingers. "Just be good so I won't hurt you. Okay?" I smirked, picked up a small ball that I was so sure belonged to the cat and tossed it.

It seemed like it was going to rain heavily. Charity looked up and said softly to the skinny cat, “Oh well, do you want to… come home with me? My house is quite spacious.” The cat meowed before it looked down and ate the fish seriously. Charity thought the cat agreed, so she stretched out her hand to hug it. However, the wild cat ended up extending its sharp claws and scratching the back of her hand, leaving a scar on her hand. “Tsk, tsk. Are you having a brain fart moment? This wild cat is highly vigilant. Did you think it was similar to a domestic cat?”

Rugard was confused and speechless from the stunt, and he proceeded to look behind the fallen tree. There, on the ground, was a little white cat and it was staring back at Rugard with full attention. Its fluffy white tail was slashing to the left and to the right behind him. Its body was in ready position, as if it was ready to attack, while its jade blue eyes were wide alert. They both saw each other for a few seconds before Rugard called out: "Usha? What are you doing here?"

We nuzzled, trying to forge a connection in our animal form, and soon, she relaxed enough to fall asleep. My mind raced as I processed the events of the night, which had begun with the best sex of my life. Esme stirred my soul intimately. The claim on my mate somehow triggered her transformation into a beautiful white wolf- the white wolf.

Midnight sensed her distress. Midnight runs to her door scratching at it. She starts to meow very loudly trying to get Quinn’s attention. He looks at the cat confused “What do you want? Can’t you tell she wants to be left alone?” He says, rolling his eyes, patting the couch next to him. Midnight meows loudly, continuously scratching at the door.