Written Kitten Novels & Stories

She wound the fishing pole so the object would begin to ascend up. As she wound the object up it banged against the side of the stone pit and produced a slick sound. She couldn't surmise exactly what it was, but it sounded like it was an organic substance. If she let it stick against the side of the pit, it didn't move so she didn't think it was alive. It wasn't too heavy so she couldn't say it was something like a crocodile which were normally housed in pits. And she doubted it was something with teeth as she would have heard it make a hiss or some kind of grunt. It was a quiet thing which was wet. She reeled it up until it flicked water in her face.

he asked. Luna Jones whirled around, a tiny bundle of fur clutched to her chest, and stared at him with wide eyes. "Oh, hey, dude." Cole planted his hands on his knees and bent to examine the kitten. Its eyes were open, and its little legs were waving around. Not newborns. He breathed a sigh of relief. If he had to guess the kitten, and its siblings, were at least two or three weeks old. A lot of work, but not as intensive as a litter of newborns.

“Hello, little friend. Where are you going?” The kitten only meowed and rubbed itself against her legs. With a smile, she continued walking until she reached the lake. She spread the towel on the grass and sat down, observing her foot, which was almost completely healed. She leaned her back against the trunk of a tree while the kitten lay down on her foot.

The other boy said dismissively. Jamie ran for about half a mile and stopped. She was certain the boys were not following her. "Lazy Sods," she thought as she sat on a nearby log and inspected what she rescued. A small kitten, Jamie guessed, was about 12 weeks old and was completely black. The kitten’s hair was long and silky. "What strange eyes you have !" Jamie mused.

What the hell was I doing? I crouched beside Spitfire’s makeshift nest of towels and watched the kittens squirm and nuzzle against her. Their eyes were open now, but they were still tiny. Still fragile. One had tried crawling toward my shoe this morning and immediately toppled into a tumble of baby fat and fluff. I scooped him up gently, set him back in the pile, and watched him yawn like he’d just completed a marathon. I needed to focus.

Something inside shifted, and she heard a tiny, plaintive sound. "What—" "Open it." Marcelline reached back and pulled the box forward, setting it on her lap. The sound came again, a soft mewing that made her chest tighten. She lifted the lid. A kitten stared up at her. Tiny, maybe eight weeks old, with gray and white fur that was slightly matted. Its eyes were huge and green, looking at her with the kind of trust that only very young things could manage. "Lucien..." Her voice came out strangled.

I walk back into the bathroom, followed by Drake and sitting on the edge of the tub is the new edition to our family. An hour later, the three of us are downstairs in the game room, along with Silas, Kilian, Reyna, and Elayni. Akila, is what Ty named the kitten, is also in there with us. It seems that she and Ty bonded well. She follows Ty everywhere. “Will its fur grow in later?” Killian asked, “No, this is how they are supposed to be.” Reyna retorted.

“I really should be telling Aubrey this. Aubrey needs to know.” “I’m right here, Dad,” my sleepy headed Little Kitten says as she steps out of my bedroom wearing the shirt I had on last night over her skimpy dress. It covers far more of her slender body than the dress. Jack looks at me with his brow raised and says, “haven’t mated yet? HA!” “Nothing happened, Dad! Adonis massaged my feet and I massaged the tension out of his back, then fell asleep telling him how handsome he is and what a great guy he is,” Aubrey says.

“It’s… fragile.” Her eyes widened, and she carefully untied the bow, her fingers trembling with anticipation. When the ribbon fell away, she lifted the lid slowly, and the box moved. She yelped in surprise, pulling the lid off completely. Inside was a tiny, fluffy calico kitten, a patchwork of black, gray, orange, and white. Its wide blue eyes looked up at her, and it let out a pitiful little “Meeeeow!” “Oh! Ohhh!” Kathrine gasped, scooping the kitten into her arms. It clung to her bright green shirt with its tiny claws, mewling softly. “She’s so cute and tiny and…!”

Fck it. Me: Do you have a preview for me? Kitten: will you be home tomorrow? Me: yes, by dinner time. Everything is settled here. Kitten: good boy She sent a picture with her response and f*ck it was perfect. My two girls on perfect display. It was an image from her neck to just above her stomach, but I could tell she had on lingerie. Black thick straps wrapped around each breast holding those heavy girls high on her chest. Me: f*ck baby. I could come from just staring at my two favorite girls.