Quotes About Cats

Cats seem to go along on the principle that it never does any harm to ask for what you want.

Cats are rather delicate creatures and they are a subject to a good many different ailments, but I have never heard of one who has suffered from insomnia.

During these mad dashes to the wall phone in the kitchen she hadn't time to fall but with fantastical grace and dexterity wrenched herself upright in midfall and continued running (dogs whimpering, yapping hysterically in her wake, cats scattering wide-eyed and plume-tailed) before the telephone ceased it's querulous ringing--though frequently she was greeted with nothing more than a derisive dial tone, in any case.

At Doodlets, a funny little shop crammed full of gifts with cat motifs, I get Bitsy a pot holder with a cat face on it and a set of catnip toys for Minka. I buy two rolls of cat wrapping paper, and while Jane is off searching for gifts for her family, I bought her a cat mobile, to hang in her room.

Sombre as fir trees, liquid cats Moved in the grass without a sound. They did not know the grass went round. The cats had cats and the grass turned gray And the world had worlds, ai, this-a-way: The grass turned green and the grass turned gray.

When a cat flatters ... he is not insincere: you may safely take it for real kindness.

Cats ask plainly for what they want.

Habbershaw, a kindly widow with six cats and one Chihuahua named Max—who was a nervous wreck—probably because the cats were all bigger than he was. Mrs.

I found out why cats drink out of the toilet. My mother told me it's because it's cold in there. And I'm like, "How did my mother know that?"

The nature of the universe probably depends heavily on who is the actual protagonist. Lately I've been suspecting it's one of my cats.

e, al contrario dei gatti, in natura i poeti non esistono.

un grumo di orrore / e vivacchio fra i miei gatti / ruffiani»).

Old wives' tales have hurt cats. They're not true! Who are those Old Wives?

I suppose cats have sayings like... "A dead mouse...has no entertainment value." How's that? Doesn't exactly trip off the tongue, does it? Okay, how about..."Red sky at night, time for a nap...red sky in the morning... time for a nap.

Cats are the ultimate narcissists. You can tell this because of all the time they spend on personal grooming. Dogs aren't like this. A dog's idea of personal grooming is to roll on a dead fish.

Cats are the ultimate narcissists. You can tell this by all the time they spend on personal grooming. Dogs aren't like this. A dog's idea of personal grooming is to roll in a dead fish.

Los gatos no tienen lugar en una existencia que transcurre de un lado para otro, de una habitación a otra. Necesitan un sitio fijo tanto como una persona que los convierta en suyos.

There is a particular disdain with which Siamese cats regard you. Anyone who has walked in on the Queen cleaning her teeth will be familiar with the feeling.

Yes. Five minutes later and it wouldn't have mattered so much. It was a quite shocking cock-up." "Huh?" said Arthur. "The mice were furious." "The mice were furious?" "Oh yes," said the old man mildly. "Yes, well, so I expect were the dogs and cats and duck-billed platypuses, but . . ." "Ah, but they hadn't paid for it, you see, had they?

The Captain's habit of letting off a revolver at real or imaginary cats was a sore trial to his neighbours.

Inspector Hardcastle walked in manfully. Unfortunately for him he was one of those men who have cat allergy. As usually happens on these occasions all the cats immediately made for him. One jumped on his knee, another rubbed affectionately against his trousers. Detective Inspector Hardcastle, who was a brave man, set his lips and endured.

I'm not at all sure that I'm not a little jealous of her… we women are such cats, aren't we? Scratch, scratch, miauw, miauw, purr, purr…

It is impossible for a lover of cats to banish these alert, gentle, and discriminating little friends, who give us just enough of their regard and complaisance to make us hunger for more.

And what cats have to tell on each return from hell is this: that dying is what the living do, that dying is what the loving do, and that dead dogs are those who do not know that dying is what, to live, each has to do.