Weird Cats Novels & Stories

OK, so Officer Randell wasn’t pulling my leg. “Told you so Alsie-Alsie. Big cats, and thumbs.” “It’s just Alsie, Detective Alsie. You do know there is a breed of cats with extra digits, right? They’re called polydactyl cats. Polydactyl means extra digits. It’s really, not that weird, uncommon, but not weird.” Not going to lie, a big cat, bigger than a lion being a polydactyl is weird. But I’m not about to tell Office Randell that.

Duke huffed in my head. “It’s entertaining. I never knew they could move like that.” I said. “Cats are weird. Their whole spine can twist in all kinds of funny ways.” “Do you see it always lands on it’s feet?” “I see everything you are. Idiot.” “Don’t start.” “What a weird creature.” “Yes it is.” “Leila loves it.” “So does Chastity.” “Fine. I guess we can keep it.” “And you won’t try to eat it?”

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 .

The way it meows seems to be saying ‘My, my’. I looked behind. A pair of orange coloured cat eyes reflected the moonlight— which it surprised me. What surprised me is— the cat is normal sized, and it is alone. Compared to the big Cithaeron lions and the enormous Fenrir wolves, this cat`s size is normal to any household pet. It is a black cat. It speaks. Then, this must be the misfortune cat.

No matter how she tried to logic it, it was driving her crazy. “They are a mix breed, Catherine.” Silas stated, startling her from her thoughts. “Nothing like them has ever existed before, which makes them different from any creature we have knowledge of.” “But that different?! They were puppies! Are… hell, I don’t even know what they are!” She startled at her own track of mind before slapping herself. “What am I saying? They’re still my babies…”

The cat's body, once vibrant and full of life, now lay still, its fur tinged with an unnatural shade of blue. But it wasn't just the cat's body that shocked Sashi—it was the sight of blue blood oozing from the cat's mouth, staining the pristine white floor with an otherworldly hue. The surreal scene played out before her, a macabre tableau that defied logic and reason.

Acat nodded. A few days ago, she would have wet her pants laughing at the absurd idea of shape-shifting. Now? Giant spiders, unexplained events, and vivid dreams of hunting on four legs. God, I hope this doesn't mean I'll end up craving Whiskas. "I'm a werecat. Is this like a werewolf thing, where I change on the full moon and howl, or meow, whatever it is cats do?" "First off, we are of a much higher caste than wolves. Second, we don't howl. We stalk. Silently."

Old Mer, young Mer. “Old cats, young cats, big cats, small, striped cats, spotted cats, short and tall,” Aislen murmured a childhood poem. “But what is the point of what I’m seeing? It is beautiful, and rather Utopian in a Lost Island in the middle of nowhere sort of way.”

I said accepting my drink from RJ and the fact that I couldn’t talk with Crispin at this moment. “Yes, we were, so I’ll start with Leo and move onto Lucy and then we need to talk about your appearance at court next week.” My dad says after putting his half-empty glass down. “Ok our War cats are a crossbreed from our animals from Crustalia planet that made the trip with Earth’s feline creatures. They might look similar or act as the cats you know but they are not.”

She shrieked, rushing up to me to grab the girls in her hold. One thing I love about the Werecats is their ability to shift both day and night. Not every werewolves can do that, since they’re called the children of the night. It’s mostly the special ones that possess that gift. Special ones like Cadell, and maybe myself as well. “Can we visit anywhere that has cute children? And maybe get them to shift to into their cats?” Derby asked Trent, playing with the girls. Before Trent could respond, Mom said, “That’s if you won’t die from cuteness overload.”