Showing posts with label cat stories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cat stories. Show all posts

Monday, 11 January 2016

Paw Prints anthology - Melusine Muse Press now taking submissions #PawPrints

Paw Prints: Cat Stories to Warm the Heart


This is an anthology of cat stories. Each story must have a GOOD photo of the cat written about to go with it or, if the story is fiction, we will provide a photo, and the author, if providing a photo, must have permission to use the photo.

This anthology is a great way to remember those cats who have left paw prints on your heart. Stories can be fiction or non-fiction.

Stories must be either moving, funny or cute. Supernatural elements to the stories are allowed. The word count should be between 300 words and 1,500 words.

This is a new anthology series.

Please follow the formatting guidelines as stated on Melusine Muse Press's page. Go here to read the formatting guidelines.

Proceeds from this anthology will be going to the Cat's Protection League in Swindon, Wiltshire, UK.

Deadline: OPEN UNTIL IT REACHES 20 QUALIFYING SUBMISSIONS

Wednesday, 23 September 2015

Pagan the beautiful kitten - continued


Pagan had his first bath. He wasn't thrilled with it, but, unlike some cats, he wasn't terrified of the water either. 





Pagan found out that he loved playing in baskets and in large bowls.






Pagan loved to play and act silly. They played with strings and he would leap into the air and twist himself into funny shapes to try and catch the string.







Sometimes, the younger children weren't as gentle with him as they should have been. One time, one of the little girls in the family shut him into her doll house.



When he met their dog Mercury, the two of them played. He would act as fierce as his tiny little self could act, and Mercury would pretend to bite him, but neither of them would really hurt each other. It was all pretend. Sometimes, he even stood on his back legs and came after Mercury as if he were pretending to be a great grizzly bear.

He also liked to cuddle with his family. The baby of the family was easy to climb up on and sleep with. He cuddled with everyone in the family, but as time passed, it was clear that his favourite person was Becky.








As he grew bigger, his eyes lost their blue and became the yellow-green of most cats. He even got taken outside and was allowed to explore the outdoors a little bit.












- to be continued -

Saturday, 4 December 2010

Hobbes & Kittn

submitted by A. B. Sue

Hobbes was always a cautious cat, not nervous, but never rushing into anything. Kitn, on the other hand, was forever dashing into everything new. When I brought home a large paper bag one day, I thought they might like to play with it, as our cats always had when I was a child. I set the bag on the floor, lying on its side with its square bottom holding it in position so that it looked like a little cave. Hobbes saw it first. With his typical caution, he approached slowly, sniffing and looking his way up to the bag's mouth. Just as he put his head in, Kitn came running into the kitchen and jumped on the closed end of the bag. The bag collapsed with a crinkle of paper and a whoosh of air. Hobbes ran from the room, terrified Kitn following, their feet scrabbling madly on the linoleum. The dog barked and tried to chase them, her feet also slipping on the floor. I fell on the floor laughing. That brief minute of pandemonium convinced all of my pets to avoid paper bags. Kitn, however, loved plastic grocery bags. She liked to stick her head through the handles and then run around with the bag popping and slapping behind her. I think the noise was pleasing to her, but it sure startled some of my guests.

Friday, 20 February 2009

Gabriella's Caspian

Gabriella is six years old, and this is what she wanted to share with others about her cat Caspian.

Caspian always would run up to me when I came home after school. It made me feel happy to see him when I got home. He would then race me to the front door of our house.

Caspian sometimes licked me when I pet him while he was grooming himself. His tongue felt tickly.

My favorite times were when he would climb onto my bed and sleep on my legs at night. I loved his purring.