Weird Cat Stories Novels & Stories

When Kiara saw it , she understood right away that it wasn't a normal cat . " W...W.....What are you ?! " said Kiara with a surprised expression . " Miauuu...... " said the mysterious cat and lifted her tail up toward the first path . " You..................Do you know where I want to go ?! " asked Kiara and the cat nodded her head . Kiara gulped a little then looked at the cat again . Apart from her unique fur color , she had pointy teeth just like a vampire . ' This cat.........Can a cat be a vampire too ?!.............I have no other option ! This place is too big......I can't believe , I am actually following a cat . ' thought Kiara .

She knew what she saw. The store was right here when she walked in and watched a stone disappeared under her touch. And she missed that store on that day too! She knew she wouldn't miss such a curious store, not just because she had always been a curious cat for these kinds of unearthly stuff. After all, Poe's Tales of the Grotesque and Arabesque HAD always been her favorite.

It’s just like how I don’t like going to the dentist. “Are you liking your move so far?” Miss Redford, the cat owner asks, she’s very friendly and likes to talk. I don’t really mind so much as it fills the silences and I enjoy talking about crap as much as the next person. “So far it’s the best decision I’ve ever made.” I smile up at her and she grins wide. “Just ignore all the horror stories.” She laughs. I look up at her again. “Horror stories?” “Oh yeah.” She eagerly nods. “Wolves and kidnapping, it’s always been a little scary myth around here but that’s all it is.” She rolls her eyes. “Just old stories handed down in generations. No need to worry.”

One I swear would send the boy to the moon if Dad was not holding on to him. No stifling the snort of my laugh or give of my knees on that one. Just as soon as I think it’s going to end, and the small café becomes a bright but small place of nothing more than held breaths as the trailing fart rares right back up again. Leaving Dad to drop his head on the counter. “You’ve never told Dad about barking spiders, Wee Man?” I manage a half straight face, probably as red as Dad, when I ask the all together happier kid making squishy sounds in his full britches.

Luna said, her eyes shining, “I need to know. What's the wildest thing you've done since becoming the Catalyst?” I laughed, thinking back over the whirlwind of the past months. “Oh, where do I even start? There was the time I accidentally turned all the werewolves' fur pink during a full moon…" The night was filled with stories about magical mishaps, supernatural showdowns, to simple daily building challenges for the haven of all supernatural beings. Each story was met by laughter and gasps, with the occasional magical demonstration as we got caught up in the excitement of the tales. As the night wore on, our conversation took on a more somber turn. We spoke about the struggles of being powe

He held onto me as my breathing normalised and soon all we could hear was the birds chirping and the occasional whistling of the wind. “You know, I fell into a well that literally transported me here,” I said as we walked back, holding hands. “You fell into a well?” he asked with his cheeks raised in a smile and amusement in his voice. “Yeah, Herald got me all curious and I followed him to a well. I thought he was some innocent confused cat and I tried to save him from falling but slipped and fell in myself.” “Wow, so you follow random cats to wells?” “What? no, shut up,” I said laughing and softly striking at his strong arm

Hands on hips, she regarded her two almost-lovers. One shrugged. The other smirked. "Oh don't you dare pretend you don't know. I was freakn' purring. Like a cat. As in meow, I pee in a box, cat." The fact they looked offended made her strangely happy. "I didn't imagine all those things, did I? The first time we met, or should I say, I met the cat ? those weird dreams. You guys do have something going with jaguars. And you've done something to me, too."

weird guy : I seen so many people like you me : I too seen so many people but never seen such a weird person like you weird guy : whom you called weird do you know who iam me : if you only don't know about yourself how can I know about you so sad I pity you weird guy : I hate people like you me : do you think I love you weird guy : who knows me : may be in your dreams I will become nun instead of loving someone like you weird guy : very great I may love a monkey better than loving someone like you me : yeah it's right only monkey can handle your weird behaviour you both will be made for eachother weird guy : you are such a arrogant the one unlucky fellow who will marry you will elope with hi

“Happy?” I asked. “Tell me a story,” she said. “I need to fall asleep again.” I furrowed my brows for a bit before I finally spoke. “Once upon a time, there was a little caterpillar named Alfred,” I began. “Alfred was the strangest creature in the entire meadow, and he was always seen as the odd one out. The other caterpillars made fun of him all the time, and they would secretly plan how they were going to make fun of him whenever they saw him. They hid the best leaves from him, and he was forced to eat rotten and dried leaves most of the time. Even though his father was the largest and most important caterpillar in the meadow, no one cared about that. They still picked on him, so much so t

Violet pleads We finally pull it together so I can finish the story. “Okay, so we had this cat that was seriously of the devil.” I say “Dracula was his name!” Becca adds. “Yes Dracula. And I don’t know where he found it but he had “... I laugh again...”a fucking parrot in his mouth.” Now everyone is laughing. “I don’t know if the bird flew in with the hurricane and got lost or what... but Dracula was eating him.”