The White Cat's Divine Scratching Post Novels & Stories

He clutched his trembling Pomeranian tightly to his chest and turned to walk away unsteadily. Dexter still wasn't satisfied, so he turned back and dragged his key along the car, scraping off the paint and exposing the primer underneath. I crouched down and aimed my phone at the scratch before snapping a photo. Dexter kicked my phone away with a loud clatter. "What do you think you're taking pictures of? Who gave you the guts to do that? Do you think I'm scared of you calling the cops? Go ahead!" Just then, Jim Griffin, the property manager of the complex, walked over. His beer belly jiggled with each step. "What's going on? Why are you two arguing this early in the morning?"

"I heard you tried to touch her again and she stabbed you. I can see it in the way you are holding onto your chest. She will not come quietly. Yan Sha will slip away somewhere quietly where you'll never be able to find her again." "Wei, Jungpi, Yan . . . there are three that must fall. A cat is curious as to what is going on through the wall. I can lure the phoenixes and strange them in my wrist. Lion is only a bigger cat. The same tricks will get me the prize that I have been seeking for quite some time. If you doubt me, maybe you should stay here longer to recouperate."

I knew she had probably blocked me again. I returned to the dorm in a daze and stared blankly for a long time at the scratch card I had just exchanged. Finally, I gathered the courage to start scratching. First row, nothing. Second row, nothing either. By the third row, still nothing. By the time I reached the last row, I closed my eyes in resignation and scratched randomly. After a long moment, I opened my trembling eyes. I had won! The prize column read five million dollars!

Mathew POV. "I nu like winter," the baby kitten whines, it's not even winter anymore, most of the hard storms have passed, with her hidden either in my arms or under the bed, or above the fridge, the one thing I never expected to ban or say out loud, you're not allowed to get on top of the fridge. "The winter is almost over, you can go outside to play," I encourage her, first I was trying my best to get her inside the house, but now I'm trying to get her out of the house.

It’s just that, this stung a little more than I would have liked and it was all because of a douche bag I like to call my ex-boyfriend. The keys rattled again; a familiar furry face pushed back the silky white curtain at the front window. My white cat, Christopher meowed, his paw pressing against the glass. “Here, kitty, kitty,” I stepped through the door. I rubbed my fingers together to act like I had a treat. He was no fool, he knew there was nothing and sat on his big fluffy butt until I pet him from his special perch. “You are so spoiled,” I murmured. The house was dark for the time of day it was. Curtains were drawn, low-level lamps with red silk fabric on top of them.

Cara didn't understand what she was feeling and continuously tried to shake the feeling. As she approached her best friend's house the cat dug it's claws into her and meowed in protest of being held. Instinctively, Cara let it go and huffed in frustration of having been scratched by the little thing. Shaking her head in annoyance, she watched as it ran over to the side yard and under a pear tree. Where it promptly sat on it's honches and started licking its front paw. Cara walked over to where it sat to retrieve it before knocking on the door to announce herself.

8. Stranger "Hey there, I hope you're feeling better now." Wynter gently stroked the fur of the beautiful white cat before her. "Olive is doing well at the moment. He's started eating and seems quite occupied with his toys," the woman who brought the cat informed Wynter during the check-up.

Nero whispered under his breath. It was a very cute white little cat. Its eyes have two colors, the left one has the color of the amethyst while the right one has the same color as the sky on a fair-weather day. It has a long, silky, inched-long fur. White as the moon's reflection on a tranquil lake. Nero slowly went out in his hiding. When the other cat saw him, it was stunned for a while as it stared back at him. They started the staring contest. After a while, the white cat initiated the action.

It wouldn’t count as chasing if it just went looking for their shelters and attacking them there. Plus, having its fur get wet wasn’t really that comfortable. But it was restless and couldn’t stay in one place. Maybe splashing in a few puddles would do it some good. Suddenly, a white cat zoomed out of nowhere and bumped into it. The impact of the crash caused the cat to bounce back a little and fall on its butt. The Wraeken wasn’t sure who was more surprised. They stared at each other in silence for a few seconds. And then the cat let out a panicked hiss that could have passed off for a ‘pardon me’ and tried to zoom off again.

I gave my new friend another scratch before throwing my favorite black leather jacket on and ran out the door. *** Izabele As Kamari ran up to prepare for the game, I immediately went to the familiar in the room. “Alright, mister, who are you, and what do you want”? I asked, putting my hands on my hips and looking at the cat sitting by the window looking out. The cat just turned to look at me before lifting his paw and licking it as if he was cleaning himself. I looked at him with a squint in my eyes.