Weird Cats Novels & Stories

The cat gave a pathetic meow as he tried to crawl to me but the trap snagged it back and it made that strange yowl which we heard all night. “What is it?” I asked Sorens, still not advancing towards the cat, an animal I felt a strange kinship with. “A mngwa.” Soren replied, his voice fearful. I glanced at him. “No one has ever been killed and it is very vicious.” I nodded as I moved towards it, Complaints and shouts, rang out from everybody but I was angry at them. It was not going to hurt me, She felt a kinship with me too. “Keep quiet and let me concentrate.” I snap at them as I turned back to the Feline in front of me.

I tell them what I remember my grandmother telling me. “She is right, we had eight were bears in the pack. We even had eight werecats in the pack. Werecats have been wiped out since then, unfortunately.” Dimitri states. We all sit there in shock. We have all heard the stories of were cats. They are not house cats but usually big cats like tigers, lions, leopards, and so on. No one has seen a werecat of any lineage for at least 200 years. That gets me thinking.

We sit in companionable silence for a while before he speaks again. “Si just doesn’t know what to do with the mate bond, she’s spent so long hating men—whether she realizes it or not—that she has been on the fast track to being the old maid with a million cats.” “Werewolves hate cats.” “Siobhan has a cat, Cat Cobain. Please don’t ask me about his name because I don’t understand it either.” I couldn’t help the laughter after that. It’s common knowledge that our wolves HATE cats, that’s why domestic cats or feral cats stay away from us. It’s interesting that Si would have a cat, and that cat would be okay living with a werewolf.

The Ghost hummed, having a wraithlike smile on his now visible lips. Heather eyed the cat who had gotten extra-large since she last laid her eyes on it. It looked at her with such hatred, that she could have sworn the obnoxiously arrogant animal intended for her to turn insanely dramatic into believing—she was the cat from Matt’s show. Through some twisted fuckery of events, the imagination of the script writer had culminated into an atrocious reality, which no one would trust, unless they’re barmy. “No, that can’t be true.”

"Enough. He's the captain. Just let it go and head home—I'll see you after I check in." He patted her arm, but Mandy wasn't about to let go. "Why don't you come over? I made cream soup to thank you for saving Momo." Momo, her fluffy Ragdoll cat. Wade hesitated, then nodded and tried calling me. But my phone was dead. Completely out. Annoyance flickered across his face. "Fine, playing games again. If you're not going to answer, then don't ever pick up," he muttered.

The truth was out, and everyone came to reclaim their belongings. Seeing that things didn't look good for her, Natasha became agitated before fainting. Once she finally regained consciousness, she cried her heart out, saying she couldn't control herself. She also acted as if she wanted to jump off the building. Well, mental disorders could indeed affect a person's behavior, and kleptomania was an official mental disorder. In the end, Natasha was let off for her actions with a slap on the wrist. She merely received a stern talking-to and some additional counseling.

Mittens and Zebra, the two gray striped cats that my parents have, chase each other across the living room, tumbling into one of their famous wrestling matches that they’ve been doing since they were kittens. Mittens swipes Zebra across the nose, and Zeb howls in pain. “You two are worse than kids. No respect for Jenni’s piano performance.”

For a minute, Knox could hear the white cat clock on the other end of the room tick away as if it were right next to his eardrums. He stared into Victor's overly rugged and masculine face, wondering what devil rose from hell into the man to ask him that fucking question. Cold sweat slid down his neck. The question was absurd. Everyone had the same thoughts about the captain. The captain couldn’t be so fucking blind not to see their loud opinions on their faces every single morning call.

She didn't need the torture of bad breath to be added to whatever Arielle was planning. "G-good morning," Claudine finally managed to say. "Ahh, you can talk. That's interesting to know." Just then, the cat gave a sound, and Arielle's head turned sharply to where it lay. There was horror in her eyes. "What the fuck is this?" Ariella exclaimed, her voice high-pitched with disgust. "A fucking cat. Ugh, I'm not too fond of cats. And this isn't just any cat; it's a fucking stray. Ugh."

Another one rolled in, displaying a mature-sized domestic feline produce a peculiar set of mating calls as it intently stared at a wall before breaking into an aimless sprint and actually managing to somehow stumble and hurt itself, provoking another fit of high-pitched giggles from Madeleine’s part, the corners of her eyes filled with tears again as she hurried to wipe them away. “These creatures are very confusing. I don’t understand. How can this small animal be so agile and yet so...dumb at the same time?” Meoni questioned with curiosity after having watched so many similar videos depicting the animal in question, her dark brows raising as she kept her gaze trained on the screen, albeit