Weird Cat Stories Novels & Stories

The stray cat I adopted had recently started looking at my boyfriend, Logan Bennett, and his female best friend, Chloe Dawson, like they were complete idiots. Then one day, Chloe climbed into the passenger seat of Logan’s car again and shot me a provocative smile. A fierce little voice suddenly rang out in my head: “Human, that woman is calling you an idiot in her head! She’s also planning to get your man drunk tonight! Hurry up and slap her! If you do, I’ll make sure you find money on the street when you leave!” I froze and stared down at Mochi in my arms. So my cat could not only talk, but also read minds and predict the future? Fine. From today on, Mochi and I would make these two s

She laughed as my surprised expression, and I nodded eagerly, going over to sit beside her by the bed when she began narrating her story. Niana explained that her kind had a deep connection to their feline nature, with their agility, independence, and a strong sense of family bonds. She shared stories of her family's history and the different werecat clans that roamed the world. I listened with fascination, eager to broaden my horizons beyond the world of wolves that I had always known.

I only hesitated for a second before following the weird noise. Some time ago I heard a saying that goes something like 'Curiosity kills the cat'. Up until that moment, I didn't realize how much of a cat I am.

Though I’m pretty sure it was just simply a generous gesture, that smile, I mean. “Are you serious? Those kinds of cases actually happen in real life?” I overheard the students from the other table talking. “God, they must be seriously sick in the head to do something cruel like that,” another voice says in an exasperated voice. What are they talking about? I’m not eavesdropping, they’re just talking pretty loud, and it’s just us here inside. Me and the four of them. “I know right? Who knows what kind of things they’d do after they get bored with the cats?”

“Oh, Cole… I already regret marryin’ ye. Everything else is just makin’ up for lost time.” I hung up before he could answer. Cat nearly fell off her chair laughing. “I think I just got pregnant from secondhand savagery.” I reached for my mimosa. “And that, love, is only round one.” By the next morning, the gossip sites had gone feral. Cat slid into the breakfast nook, phone in hand, grinning like she’d won the lottery. “You have got to see this one.” She spun the screen toward me. The headline read:

She knew there was something unusual in her reaction but was too engrossed in her current game to examine it. "Such a pretty kitty cat," she mused softly, her gaze boring into his for any sign of reaction. "They say cats have nine lives," she laughed softly. "Obviously, whoever came up with that little saying wasn't aware that vampires walk the world. I've found they truly only have one."

They can withstand falls and other serious accidents without being fatally wounded, which is perhaps where the saying ‘a cat has nine lives’ actually comes from. But Why nine lives? Can cats cheat death? Most people would disagree on that but trust me, I've experienced this Feline immorality. It's real. It happened to me. I woke up one morning and I was a cat with 9 lives. * * At my funeral, my family waited in a line, leading to the casket so that people can say their condolences and then see the deceased before taking their seats. They then began their officiant speech about my life, the kind of person I was and all the nice bullshít they said about me that we all knew weren't true.

Just as Felicia held her precious long-haired kitten at the entrance, she heard the Madam angrily say, "How dare you bring that creature in here!" Felicia was stunned, looking at everyone in surprise, but they all held their breath, not daring to say a word. Luna Sandra heard that and coughed twice, "Madam, it's not necessarily Felicia's cat that ate your parrot. It might be a wild cat..." "A wild cat? Where did the wild cat come from? Go and catch a wild cat and show it to me!" The Madam's face rarely turned so cold, making it hard for her to utter a word.

"Only us, all the other animals was the same as the ones you watched in the TV, they cannot grow wings even if they practice million years." "Why are cats so special?" "How should I know? Do you know that curiosity kills the cat? " Joy stopped asking, she was worried that Baby would lose control any minute. Then Joy heard a sound brought by the wind. It seemed to come from ancient times, but it was also loud and clear:

A feral hiss radiated from the shadows. I squinted and made out the silhouette of a cat. How in the world did this cat get in here? I didn’t have a concrete answer, but I was willing to bet money on the guess that werewolves and cats don’t get along. I reached my hand into the little nook where the cat had folded itself. It was my turn to hiss as the cat’s claws made contact with the flesh of my hand. “You little shit,” I muttered as I grabbed the cat by the scruff of its neck and pulled it out of the hole.