Weird Cats Novels & Stories

But he faintly felt that Sahara had other intentions besides just simply showing off her pet. Sure enough, when more and more people came over to look at Lucky, Sahara asked Hilda, "Maya, where's your cat?" Hilda knew that she was waiting to embarrass her! If she called over her cat, and her cat was not as expensive as hers, wouldn't she be looked down upon? She had many cats, and all of them were big orange cats. She had a few imported big orange cats such as Garfield, Sunset, and Scorchy, as well as a few large domestic orange cats.

But their existence would create chaos in their own world. Omega can be mated with anyone. Even their fated mate might be just another male… but mostly, Omegas had true mates besides the fated and chosen one. It’s like a harem. She surely had brain fog for the last few days. And since she can’t go out, she will surely get crazy. If the cats weren’t around her, surely, she'd be like a wild person. She sighed as she gathered her drafts and put them away. She then checked the day as she finally had freedom! She picked up the female calico cat and kissed it and then, the white one. She fixed her desk and was about to leave when she received a notification.

It didn't take less than five seconds and I was healed magically. Nagisa's jaws dropped. " Just what are you?!" I put the bomb away and buried my hands deep in my pockets. " I'M A CAT WITH NINE LIVES!"

' Tiffany wondered. Tiffany had spent hours preparing, rehearsing potential answers to anticipated questions. The opportunity to secure a promising job had filled her with a mix of excitement and anxiety. 'You got this Tiffany. Don't psych yourself out,' Trixie, her cat, purred within her before going dormant again. 'Trixie! Thank you,' Tiffany said in surprise and couldn't help but smile. Unlike werewolves and their wolves, werecats were so aligned with their beasts that they rarely needed to speak. So, for Trixie to speak with Tiffany, it was special.

"When a fae has lived for several ages, the feral part of us grows stronger." "Feral?" She asks. "Like a cat?" "A cat? More like a primal creature that relies on instinct and basic needs." "So, a cat." She nods. "The only cats I know of are the shifting panthers of the Twisted Pines, and I suppose they are somewhat feral, but are more known for cheating at cards than anything else." I stand in front of her and press a hand to her cheek where a scratch veers toward her ear. "I'm so sorry you saw me like that, little one. Are you hurt?"

"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

Just as I reached for my keys at the doorstep, a familiar meow suddenly echoed. I saw that Ragdoll cat crawling toward me, barely clinging to life. The cat that had previously ignored me was now actively rubbing against me, desperate for survival. I froze for a moment. Then, I mercilessly kicked it away. I did not want things that came too late. It did not matter if it was people or cats.

I didn’t even remember what dumb joke she’d been making when she saved herself in my contacts like that, but it still made me grin like an idiot every time it popped up. Her first message was a wall of text. Carolina 🐱 Destiny Guide (accept no substitutes): Sabia que gatos são mágicos? I read somewhere that cats can walk between worlds. Maybe Goose is secretly a rookie gato guiding you through your firefighter jungle. Don’t roll your eyes. I can feel you rolling them. 🙄 I snorted, shaking my head. Goose cracked one eye open as if even he knew she was talking about him. Another buzz. Then another.

Richie Richardson? Ambrose squinted his eyes. He looked confused. "My cat! I didn't bring him before because I thought you might strangle him or something," I said and giggled. "A cat amongst a pack of werewolves? I'm not so sure about that," Ambrose shook his head. "Why? Do wolves eat cats?" I gasped. "No, but cats usually hate us," Ambrose winced. "But I miss him!" I exclaimed. Ambrose sighed. "Why do you always worry about the most trivial things?"

It wasn’t glossy either, it was darker than anything Sally had ever seen, and the light seemed to fall into it. Sally began to wonder if the Beast was what her former boyfriend, Malcolm, would have called an Alien Big Cat, or an ABC for short, one of the strange wildcats seen wandering the British countryside. Malcolm was a few years older than Sally and considered himself an expert in fringe studies—this included alternate history, conspiracy theory, and cryptozoology. He’d dropped out of university because he didn’t like “being told what to think,” and he wanted to devote himself to learning “the hidden truths behind modern history.”