Weird Cat Stories Novels & Stories

There wasn't a limit on here but I'm sure he's wondering why we've purchased over a thousand things when I said it'd only be a few. We'd pass a store and I'd say, "Okay, this is the last store then we leave." Then buy up almost the entire store. We'd pass another store and I'd say the same thing. It was a constant cycle that now caused us to have the men behind us annoyed by now. Wren and I were walking by a cat store that caught both of our eyes. "Can I get a cat! Pretty please!" Her big grey-green eyes stared up at me begging. Her lips formed a pout and she gave me puppy dog eyes.

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

she murmured, her words hanging in the air like a delicate whisper. Cat’s fingers nervously smoothed her skirt down her side, her touch betraying the mix of emotions coursing through her. “She told me this outrageous story about you,” she continued, her voice trembling ever so slightly, “and I just wanted to find out if any of it was true.” Alex’s complexion turned a deep shade of red. Cat could see a vein throbbing at his temple. As his eyes narrowed, a chilling intensity emanated from within them, sending a shiver down her spine. “What kind of story?”

The large man said with what could only be described as an ‘I told you so’ look. “What about you?” Doc asked Jill. “Are werecats the same way?” Gunny laughed and Jill shook his head. “No. We do have mates, but we are not tied to them like wolves are. And my breed is very…” “He’s a damned tomcat,” Gunny supplied. “Given half the chance, he’ll fuck you and Jack at the same time. And then prowl afterwards.” “I would not,” Jill objected. “I would have a snack and then go prowl.”

The cat flew off and landed with an excruciating 'meow', its mouth spitting blood. The ladies at the store gathered around the bloodied mutt cat, and some cried, "Oh, my God! Look at the cat, how could you do this?! It's bleeding!" Victoria remained unnerved, and she scoffed condescendingly, "This is a high class pet shop. How did this half bred get in here?"

Cliques had been established already and I couldn't break in . At first, the other kids weren't always mean . They didn't call me names . They didn't bully me . It all started to get worse in the month of November when Ms. Adams , my teacher asked us to write about our favorite thing in the world . I wrote my favorite thing to be the ability to see the midnight black sky with the shinny stars . It was a whole three page essay mixed with lots of emotions but the other kids considered it nonsense . While the teacher read my essay to the class they laughed out loud pointing fingers at me .

Its instinct screamed danger, but it was too late. The poison, concealed within the milk by a malevolent hand, worked swiftly. The cat's movements slowed, its vibrant fur dulled, and its breaths grew shallow. With a final gasp, it collapsed, a tragic victim of human folly and cruelty. Silence descended upon the lab once more, broken only by the distant chirping of birds outside. The cat, a mere innocent seeking sustenance, had met its untimely end—a casualty in a world where even the simplest of desires could lead to tragedy.

I was just getting ready for a nap when Lenny's message came through. "Seven thousand dollars—what a lucky number. It's the Christmas season, so of course we can't shortchange our furbabies. This is my bonus. Our cat is a little princess, and she deserves only the best." I didn't read the rest of his messages, because the moment I saw seven thousand dollars, I was so shocked that all my sleepiness vanished. I quickly typed back, "Seven thousand dollars?"

I had rescued them, nurtured them back to health, and saved their lives. They stored energy ceaselessly, slept endlessly, and evolved further in the harsh environment, producing an even stronger offspring. They restrained their abilities so well that everyone assumed they were ordinary house cats. Until… the apocalypse returned. Their powers reactivated. The familiar game had begun. No sooner had I absorbed the story than a commotion erupted outside. "Where are the cats? Hand over the cats!" The landlord and several residents stood outside, three enormous crocodiles slithering at their feet.

"Don't listen to these voices they are nothing" She turned to her husband father cat and said "These humans are so shameless, they even don't know how to control their voices. Hump!" With that the trio left from their