Why Does My Cat Like Bleach Novels & Stories

But the lemon smell is overpowered by the horrible scent permeating the room. “What’s that awful smell?” I say, waving my hand in front of my nose. “It sucks to have a sensitive wolf nose right about now,” Callan says. “This is bleach. It’s the only thing I could think of to get the bloodstains off the floor.” “Is Ethan okay?” I ask, sitting my backside on one of the chairs. “Other than a bad hangover, he’ll be fine by tomorrow.” Callan grabs a pink-stained towel and wipes the water and bleach from the floor.

The cat’s mouth was slightly open, tongue tipped unnaturally to the side. Vera’s hands shook. “No... no, no, no...” She looked around, frantic for a cause. The cat had been healthy. Just moments ago, it was purring in her lap. Her gaze darted to the puddle near the shattered wine bottle. A deep, red stain bled into the wood. Her heart stopped. The cat had licked the floor. She’d seen it, thought nothing of it. It was just wine. But now... Her stomach turned. “No...” she whispered again, more to herself now.

I shook my head, but another thought entered my head. On our way home, we saw a cat sitting outside, gray and black in color. Its eyes were deep green. Alone and cold, I patted its head before entering the house. I initiated to close the gate, my heart almost escaped my chest the moment that the cat jumped. Her beautiful eyes were firmly barred to me as if it wanted to say something but can't because it was a cat. I shrugged my shoulders disregarding the cat's presence. *haist* I rotated the water knob. Shaking my hand to remove the excessive water on my arm, I turned to get the white towel hanging on the metal bar beside the soap tray attached on the tiled wall.

“Yeah. That too, but if Lilac helps her then I’m all for it.” “Strange name for a cat.” “Yeah, but she said her wolf Leila picked it. She said it was because the cat smells like Lilacs.” “Cats have scents other the food?” “I guess so. I don’t see why they couldn’t. All animals have some kind of scent. Why can’t a cat smell like lilacs. We wolves each have our own distinct scents. Makes sense that cats do to.” “Yeah. I guess. How do you feel about eventually living with a cat?”

Blegh! As if to prove his point, Nero, started gagging right in front of Audrey. "Fine, I'll get it. Just don't do that here. Geez!" Audrey could only roll her eyes watching her cat giving her attitude. But still, she get him what he wanted. "I don't understand why you are always doing it, when you hate it, in the first place. Clean freak." She complained while giving her cat's fur a generous spray of the said mist. The concoction would allow one to keep a pristine appearance even without them taking a bath for days.

With a whoosh, the cat’s paw landed on Alex’s face, leaving behind three lines of bloodied wounds. “F*ck!” Alex threw away Old Whitey instantly. He reached out his hand to touch his face, only to feel a handful of blood. “Wasn’t it just checking your gender? Did you need to claw my face with a handful of blood? Great, now I have to get vaccinated for rabies. Do you have rabies in your body?” “Mrrr—” Old Whitey protested severely, with its hairs all on ends. “Okay, okay. You’re a female, and you don’t have rabies. I’ll not give you a check-up in the future, okay? By the way, pet cats have to bathe every day. Do you want me to give you a bath?”

I turn my head as a small, fluffy white cat pads into view, a pink collar fixed around its neck with a shimmering moonstone hanging from it. “Go away,” I hiss. “I’m allergic.” The cat sits down several feet away and begins licking its paw, its snubbed face cast in the shadow of the amber light spilling from the single sconce. It eyes me wearily, purring softly as I rise on unsteady legs. Blood trickles down my arm and into the glove.

I was pure and untouched and that was how my powers thrived. There was no way in hell that I would become mates with a dog. Slipping on my robe, I made myself some Chamomile tea and sipped it while petting Sawyer. My cat seemed standoffish and I figured it was due to Axel's scent covering my body. "I will go wash his scent from my flesh, old friend," I sighed before heading to my shower. I didn't realize that Axel had followed me to my tiny home and was currently marking it with his urine.

Just how I liked it. By the time I finished, my scalp burned slightly, a prickling reminder of the lengths I was willing to go. I washed my hands, the cold water soothing against my skin. As I rinsed off the bleach, droplets splattered against the porcelain sink, swirling down the drain. Then a honk startled me. Short. Loud. Annoying.

Clover "I don't like cats" he scrunched his nose as he said it. I gasped and asked " why not?"" They're creepy, I'm not really good with animals in general" he said. I giggled, " I think they're cute, with their cute nose and their little feet and their sparkly eyes and their mischievous nature-""pfft" he scoffed. I glared at him, " why are you laughing?". He glanced at me then looked out of the window.