Category: Cats (Because Why Not)
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Coal is my black Himalayan kitten – and I’m pretty sure he wakes up every day thinking, What’s the fastest way to cause a problem? We have basic house rules. Normal ones. Don’t climb the curtains. Don’t mess with the aquarium. Don’t go near the toaster. Coal hears these rules and takes them as a personal challenge. Last Tuesday, I came home with groceries and started unloading them onto the kitchen counter. Coal appeared immediately,…
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Some cats arrive as comfort. Others arrive to take what remains. Set in the candlelit shadows of the 1800s, THE LAST PURR is a gothic horror collection bound by a single, chilling truth: when a person becomes too heavy for the world to carry, a cat appears—and lingers. Guided by a hidden god who measures breath and balance, ten interwoven stories follow feline harbingers who drain stolen warmth from the cruel, the corrupt, and the…
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Happy Caturday! Sigh… we ended up having to take our cat – Noon (yes, there is a story there) – to the vet this morning. He had gotten a scratch/scrape/something the other day and it got infected. On Wednesday, he had come in the house, eaten, visited with us for awhile (like he usually does), and left again. No worries there, that is how he does things. Problem is, he didn’t come back until yesterday…
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The humans called it “a small, sensible New Year’s Eve”… Which is the kind of statement that makes cats immediately assume there will be a table involved, something forbidden on it, and at least one opportunity for mischief. The living room had been transformed into a twinkling cave of warm lights and soft shadows, the couch dressed up like it was expecting company, and a banner that said Happy New Year! hung a little crooked—because…
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Midnight was a little black kitten with fur soft as soot and eyes bright as new stars. She lived with her owner, Rowan, a gentle witch whose magic smelled like warm tea and thunderstorms. Every day, Rowan brewed shimmering potions and whispered spells that made the house hum with enchantment. Midnight adored it. She wanted—no, needed—to be a witch just like Rowan. So, naturally, she practiced. Unfortunately… she wasn’t very good at it. One morning,…
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