Quotes About Cats

how to get a cat to finish its vegetables. Pyrophosphates have been described to me as "cat crack." Coat some kibble with it, and you, the pet-food manufacturer, can make up for a whole host of gustatory shortcomings.

It's like a cat trying to imagine the taste of sugar. Cats, unlike dogs and other omnivores, can't taste sweetness.

Pet foods come in a variety of flavors because that's what we humans like,† and we assume our pets like what we like. We have that wrong. "For cats especially," Moeller says, "change is often more difficult than monotony." Nancy

as dogs rely more on smell than taste in making choices about what to eat and how vigorously. (Pat Moeller estimates that for dogs, the ratio for how much aroma matters to how much taste matters is 70/30. For cats, the ratio is more like 50/50.) The takeaway lesson is that if the palatant smells appealing, the dog will dive in with instant and obvious zeal, and the owner will assume the food is a hit. In reality it may have only smelled like a hit.

The property was crisscrossed with pathways that made no real sense. The rumor was that Ellingham followed one of his cats and had a stone path made along any route it preferred to take because he felt "cats know best." The rumor wasn't true, but Ellingham enjoyed it so much that there was another rumor that he started the first rumor himself.

There is no 'cat language.' Painful as it is for us to admit, they don't need one!

A catless writer is almost inconceivable. It's a perverse taste, really, since it would be easier to write with a herd of buffalo in the room than even one cat; they make nests in the notes and bite the end of the pen and walk on the typewriter keys.

One can choose to obsess over prescriptive rules, but they have no more to do with human language than the criteria for judging cats at a cat show have to do with mammalian biology.

Once [a cat] has given its love, what absolute confidence, what fidelity of affection!

Cats, however, are their own creatures. They aren't social or hierarchical (except in passing). They are only semi-domesticated. They don't do tricks. They are friendly on their own terms. Dogs have been tamed, but cats have made a decision. They appear willing to interact with people, for some strange reasons of their own. To me, cats are a manifestation of nature, of Being, in an almost pure form. Furthermore, they are a form of Being that looks at human beings and approves.

To me, cats are a manifestation of nature, of Being, in an almost pure form. Furthermore, they are a form of Being that looks at human beings and approves.

in the winter from cars, but not for the reasons you think. It wasn't automobiles sliding on icy roads and running them over. Only loser cats died that way.

We've been battle training!" Mistpaw exclaimed, bounding up to Frostpaw. "I killed Graypaw!" "Did not!" Graypaw retorted as he joined his littermates. "I was just pretending, so I could grab you and shred you!

Jaypaw, Lionpaw, and Hollypaw would fulfill their destiny at last.

Thornclaw: Stemkit and Plumkit prefer to hang around the medicine den. Leafpool: I expect Jayfeather isn't too pleased. Thornclaw: No, but Alderheart says he enjoys having something to complain about. A twinge of homesickness jabbed Twigpaw's heart. Jayfeather used to complain about her.

My herbs!" Jayfeather screeched.

Two identical heads rose from the heap of fur. Firestar's ears pricked with curiosity. He had never seen cats like these before. Their slender bodies were cream-colored, but their legs, tails, ears, and muzzles were brown, and they had the most brilliant blue eyes he had ever seen.

Oakheart, of all cats! He thinks he's StarClan's gift to the Clans.

Below, the Clan cats exchanged anxious glances.

kits and elders. But what would the tainted water do to the cats who had drunk it?

Graystripe is the best!

It takes some cats longer to see past their weaknesses clearly enough to appreciate their strengths," Leafpool meowed. "And until they do, they feel every hurt like a tongue on raw flesh.

They were no longer fearsome warriors, but ordinary cats who had no place in the forest: slower than WindClan, duller than RiverClan, scrawnier than ShadowClan. All their menace was gone, and with a cry of triumph the forest cats surged after them and chased them out of the hollow.

Unlike RiverClan," Berrynose sneered. "They must do nothing but eat. They're more like fat, furry fish than cats!