Short Story: Second Front Paw

The lolly pop was inside his mouth. "Mr. Oleander said this is the new banana and chocolate flavour." The clarity of his speech was drowned away.

There was once a time where Joseph Charles Hanisch had kittens. These weren’t just normal kittens either they were the type where you say, “Awwww,” at first glance. The type of kittens they are so fluffy that they trip over their own feet. Joe lived on a small farm just outside of Hartford with plenty of animals around. He would always joke around when I would pull into his driveway and say, “Please run over Jimbo! Please I beg you Brendan! I hate that cat so much.” When he would say that I would fake it and drive towards the cat, pulling away at the last moment. Jimbo was a tom-cat that wasn’t very friendly to their actual kittens. Each day at school Joe would come up to me saying how he tried to kill that stupid cat. Always with no success. Then there was another older cat. This one was named Prince. He was the friendliest cat in the world, always cuddling up to everybody. Prince would join Joe and I when we were playing American Ninja Warrior on the hay-bales. Throughout the year the kittens were given away. Jimbo had vanished from the area. All that was left was the

Buddy wonders aimlessly alone in the dog park, contemplating whether or not he should confess his love to Snowball, the cat next door. Meanwhile, Snowball and her feline lover, Nibbles, are discussing the textures of last night’s pilchard and jelly dinner, whilst cuddling and shedding their fur on their owner’s couch. Buddy finally decides to ‘dog up’ and admit he has strong feelings for Snowball. He runs to her house, but sees her and Nibbles licking each other’s faces in content. Nibbles sees Buddy outside the window and proudly strides out to confront him.

“I have a kitten. We found it mewing without its mother. They must have separated during that storm last night,” he responded.

“Wildcats!” “Damn it, Bill, I told you not to do this.” And then he saw it a grenade being thrown at him. No, not a grenade, it was a-a tomato.

The young girl needs to be holding a kitten which seems hard-pressed to find. There are offers of dogs and various types of posh cats, as a result of which a “bag” is used, which is then digitally transformed into the cat of choice. In this situational humours scene, Motss’s power is shown through his ego, as he believes he has more power over the president, as he argues the colour of the kitten. Ultimately the president choice is the final verdict, as Motss remarks “the president wants a white one… let me talk to him”. Motss egotistical view to talk to president to change his views, shows how Motss believes he has the superiority

Isaac deadpanned and scratched his head “ Well, now that Oriana has offspring, it may not be a terrible idea to create an escape for the littles as well.” Isaac walked over to his mahogany wood closet, a gift from his fan and pulled the left drawer out. Inside was a set of chisels used to carve wood and glass. He had recently been using them to carve out prisms out of glass, but Isaac had another purpose for these tools today, he took his carving chisel and his maulet and walked back to the door. He began to hammer another more petite hole for the kittens. Newton hummed a small song to himself while he

He drove to the store to pick up everyday supplies for cats: the bowls and food, the litter box, some toys two collars and a bed. Once he was home, he hung his hat up on the wall and collapsed on the couch. The two kittens meowed furiously; as if they were demanding to know where they were. Two minutes later, his two bratty daughters came inside. They had just gotten

Alexander ran his hands through his hair, ruffling the short strands. “I’m not looking to open up a shelter but he came to me. Came to my house. I can’t abandon him. I’m going to try and find someone who can take him. He’s a good dog.”

she dipped her head in a farewell, padding over to a group of queens which were lounging, gossiping in the shade. she took a seat next to a dark tabby, meowing a greeting as she dipped her head to nip at her thrush, relishing the taste. she lifted her head as to address the tabby next to her. "how are the kits doing, ravenstripe?" "blackkit had a bit of a cough this morning, though he says it was probably just a nettle stuck in his throat. the other two are fine though," the cat replied, shooting her a worried look from the corner of her amber eyes. "hm, may be. i'll keep an eye on him, make sure it isn't kitten-cough. have him come over to my den later; i'll give him some tansy and honey," the she-cat took a few more bites of the prey before pushing it away with her paw. "would you like to finish this for me, ravenstripe?" the cat shrugged and nodded, taking the bird and placing it between her paws. perhaps it was believed that the molly ate too little, though she was full rather quickly. pebblefrost stood, stretched once more, dipping her head to give the queen a friendly lick between her ears, before she trotted off

The day they came home I was filled with joy and excitement. I knew my daughter would be overwhelmed with joy once she knew we added three new additions to the family. The kittens’ fur was as black as the night sky and was soft and silky. As I gazed into the new kittens eyes, which were as blue as a cloudless sky, my heart filled with happiness. My daughter named them Mollie, Marcie, and Mittenz.

Narrator 2: Oh Anna! Be careful! The kitten is still small. I guess Anna misses her cat, Tompok.

        " You should've done better!" Growled mother." I'm leaving! Maybe it will make you better at taking care of yourself!" Lemon, Cherry, Dot, and Lightning watched her go." Well, I guess I'll go hunting and you guys can find bedding for us tonight." Said lemon. As Lemon walked away, Cherry sighed," He was always getting punished for being who he is. That's not fair." Cherry still was a kitten so sometimes she didn't say things right.

It was my birthday today and I decided to open the presents. Soon I came to the last present and it was the biggest. Everyone was waiting and chanting for me to open it. Slowly tearing it, I noticed that I could see huge letters that said ZOOMER CAT with a cat on the front of the box. I smiled and

    The cat, whose name was Vigo, had started out as any common ginger tabby cat, but what people didn’t know is that cat had a knack for mischief. It enjoyed stealing from people for fun, and it mostly stole food due to the fact that most of the cats in England had been deprived of food by the people. The cat always hated people. Why don’t they just go somewhere else to get food? thought Vigo. I mean, why do they have to take our food? Are they too lazy to travel to a different place to get food? And why can’t they share food with us?  Vigo always pondered this question. It wasn’t until three years later that he found the answer.