Writing Prompt

Once upon a time in a cozy little cottage, there lived a beloved cat named Whiskers. Whiskers had always been adored by their owner, Sarah, who showered them with love and care. They had spent countless hours together, sharing laughter, warmth, and the deepest bond imaginable.

One fateful evening, tragedy struck. Sarah, Whiskers’ dear owner, was tragically taken from this world. The news reached ...

We were once two best friends one a human and the other their cat named Fluffy, fluffy was a white fluffy cat, and their owner Rosalyn was the nicest owner fluffy I’ve ever had and we would do everything together we would take walks together, play together, eat together, we’ve even go shopping together but one day that day took a turn for the worst we were supposed to be writing Rosalyn's new book...

A red hot feeling coursed through my veins. Like a molten gold that never hardens a constant flow of lava going up and down my body, electrifying my skin, raising my hair on my back and haunches. Keeping me going. Focused, angry, but singular in my purpose. I will kill this man beast. Rip out his throat. Feel his marrow run down my jaw. It had been over a decade since I’d felt the sweet sensati...

My owner has taken care of me since I was a little kitten. He’s my favorite human in the entire world. I never want to be apart from him and he even started working from home recently!

I was sitting on his lap like any other day as he was sitting at his computer, but then his boyfriend, who I’ve never even liked, decided to start shouting at him out of nowhere. I could feel the tension in the ai...

If I ever see that asshole Rick in my house again, these claws are coming out and not just for play. He pushed Lea, can you believe? He pushed MY Lea in front of me, then had the audacity to pick my bowls and throw them at her. I will not stand it. I will not risk that happening again. No one will ever hurt Lea, especially Rick. I will find him and meow the lawn with him (that’s what Lea likes to ...

It was love at first sight between Miss. Carmen and myself ( Muffins).

Prior to adopting me, Miss. Carmen would

spend countless hours at our animal shelter.

Gracie, Olive and I, we emphatically knew her schedule.

She came in at least one to two times a week. Miss. Carmen appeared lonely but content.

She would just stroll up and down the Isles of the shelter. It was like she was “window shop...

She’d invited him into our home, our home! And this is how he treats her? I’d been watching him closely for the past hour, never tearing my eyes from him, he went to pet me but quickly changed his mind when I hissed at him. She asked me to be nice to him and I was, but I have my limits and touching this soft fur is out of bounds!!!!

As soon as it happened I ran to her, I hissed at him and jumped ...

I’ll never forget the day that I awoke from a nap and heard the choking sobs of my favorite assistant, Emily, in the other room. This isn’t a feel good story. This is a story of my greatest failure. My failure to protect the most important person in my life.

I jumped up and ran as fast as my four legs would carry me. When I rounded the doorway I saw the Intruder knelt down in front my Emily, hand...

It started with a few visits. Harmless, I thought. Then the visits came more often. As long as she’s happy, I thought. Finally, those visits came abruptly. In the middle of the night. Early in the morning. Obsession, I thought. He was banging on the door at midnight, shouting and causing a riot. The hoarseness of his deep and powerful voice terrified me to the point where I would jump and then run...

Watching him move around frantically is amusing. His hands on his head, eyes wide and fixated on what he’s standing above. He shouldn’t be freaking out this much, that girl pulled at my ears after all. Anyone who dares to touch me like they know and own me should meet the same fate this girl has met. I’ve never seen her before. Although he said her name, I can’t remember it and nor do I care.

Wh...