Weird Cat Stories Novels & Stories

“You’re both pathetic and stupid. You came here to provoke me just to force me into divorcing Julian quickly so you can take my place? “Too bad, once you’re in my position, all you’ll inherit is a mountain of debt. You’ll get nothing else. “Remember that Ragdoll cat? Your fate will be far worse.” Ivy must have seen that Ragdoll cat. Starving, it had begged for food at my doorstep, only to be shut out. Forced to fight other strays for scraps, it had returned covered in wounds. No words could describe the tragedy. Perhaps witnessing the Ragdoll cat’s fate triggered Ivy. She lunged at me, teeth bared, lashing out. “You’re the unwanted one. You’re the worthless waste of space who is about to be

He had read the silly story that she came up with randomly, and was even interested in reading more. So she wrote it out, in parts. She had him read the next part and awaited his reaction. It was a simple story, really. It was just about a human who ate a cursed apple and turned into a cat. Kinda like Snow White, but the apple wasn’t poisoned. Only cursed. Later on, she wrote out the ending of the story. She didn’t know if she was completely satisfied with it, but it was definitely cathartic.

"Who's that?" I asked as I stood up from my seat. Again, I heard the old man chuckle. Huh? What is funny about that? "Youngsters nowadays are really such scaredy cats. Don't worry, it is not something dangerous. It's my pet." A small cat came out from the bushes. So it is. a cat. I feel at ease knowing that it isn't something horrifying. That aside, when will the old man continue his story? Er, wait, I haven't asked what his name is yet!

Alsie POV- I am on maximum mental overload. Another day, another mystery. Today the twist is the mystery information is coming from the biggest wolf I’ve ever seen, one I’m supposed to be worried about starting a war. “Andrew, what do you know about werecats? Tell us everything.”

"But, after I am executed, I promise I'll choose to come back as a ghost so I can still make your life hell, Ning Ren. I always have plans even if I am no longer alive to do them. I can possess someone else to make sure that I bring hell to whom I would like to bring justice to." Hearing her huff of speech made the prince laugh softly, "There you are my furious cat. I will look forward to being haunted. But, not by you. My dear, have you forgotten that cats have nine-lives." The prince tapped her shoulders, "Get up quickly, the ground here is cold. You're already not eating well, if you get sick it will not be easy to get well again in a place like this. You condition is already one

Sally Summers explained intently, “Noodling is much like fishing. One must be at peace and be focused! “When I’m focused, all the other kids are no match for me! “When I was young I used to catch so many fishes, the big ones I would give my aunt to wash and deep fry, while the little ones I would take home and feed Little Peach! “Little Peach is my cat from home. I took her in when she was just the size of my palm! “She’s probably called Old Peach now…” A country girl through and through, the moment Sally got started with her country stories on Elijah’s lap, there was nothing that could stop her. From the cat she kept, to the chubby baby of the intellectually stunted neighbor; she explained

“Chloe, someone as selfish and vicious as you… I will never forgive you. “And if you show up at my door again, I’ll tell the loan sharks exactly where to find you. You know what happens when they catch up with you. “If you don’t pay what you owe, don’t be surprised if those legs of yours get broken again.” Chloe left, her face pale as death. Strangely enough, after everything was over, I never heard the tabby’s thoughts again. It went back to being just a quiet, aloof little cat. No matter how much I tried, there was no response. It was like everything that happened before had just been a dream. But no matter what… Thank you, little tabby. Thank you for pulling me out of that nightmare. (The

The name didn’t ring a bell, and I saw no point in lying. Madeline seemed to take this in stride, as she nodded before proceeding to string together the most ridiculous story U had ever heard—something about werewolves with secret abilities, secluded and apparently wiped out of collective memory. If I weren’t tied to the table, I would’ve burst out laughing and walked off. But I was. My life was in the hands of this mad woman, so I listened avidly to her words to see if there was something I would be able to pick up.

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.

I didn't want to be the cause of anyone's death. My parents thought it was because of my fetish wish that they died,. I mean, my weird wishes, or maybe I assumed that was their thought. I always spoke to my pets like I did with humans. I always pleaded with them to turn into a huge wolf or leopard or tiger. Mom told me to stop saying that because "Words Are Powerful" but I wanted it. I wanted a huge wolf or leopard or tiger. Not that I didn't like my cat and puppies, I just wanted something huger. I once told Mom I wanted to be a wolf in fact