Written Kitten Novels & Stories

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…!”

KITTEN. ~~~~

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.

Abram dreamt of a surreal place, completely calm and quiet. As he walked around the park, his gaze fell on a tiny kitten hiding underneath a tree, and when it saw him approaching, it crawled back. “It’s ok. I won’t hurt you," he said, crouching before it and forwarding his hand without breaking eye contact with it. He couldn't hide the smile seeing the kitten resembling Myra. Slowly the kitten took a few steps before grazing its snort against his hand. When it got comfortable with him, it let Abram hold it in his arms. Abram started petting its head when it nuzzled its head on his shoulder. Suddenly it started moving violently, hitting him with its tiny claws.

He was holding what seemed to be a leg of lamb. "I picked it up at the supermarket downstairs as a gift for your cat." Wilson walked in. "Where is it?" Serena called out, "Bingo." Soon, an orange kitten ran over. It was so tiny. Wilson crouched down, extending his hand and clicking his tongue twice. Serena reminded him, "Mr. Quade, it's a cat, not a dog. You need to call its name." Wilson called out, "Bingo." The kitten flicked its tail and completely ignored him.

Leaning forward Daisy picked up the bucket from the ground. It was very light and covered with a small velvety piece of cloth. She immediately removed the cover from the bucket and the head of a tiny kitten peaked from the bucket. At first, it growled looking at Daisy. It was indeed scared and maybe it was covered so when it saw someone it felt danger. But when Daisy placed her fingers and started running her fingers through its tiny white furry head, it started rubbing its head against her fingers and a light purring sound came out from its mouth.

Then I finally hear it, her breathing. Kitten is close. Let’s go get her buddy. Using my werewolf speed, I catch up to her, finding her trying—and mostly failing—to climb a tree. “Oh, little kitten. You’ve been caught.” I growl out. Grabbing her by the waist, I toss her to the ground. “Asshole! That hurt! I asked for orgasms, not a wrestling match.” She growls out. Kitten has claws. “You sound like an angry little kitten.” I chuckle.