Quotes About Cats

No heaven will not ever Heaven be Unless my cats are there to welcome me.

To err is human To purr feline.

Cats are adorable violations of the laws of physics.

Those who play with cats must expect to be scratched.

Purrs-day, Feline Friday, Caturday... Dog-Tired Monday

Cats are sleeping art.

It's really the cat's house — we just pay the mortgage.

There seems to be a popular impression that cats are thoroughly selfish and incapable of any natural feeling or affection. I do not believe that. My experience has shown me that cats are very affectionate, especially to persons whom they like. They are not quick, like dogs, to strike up friendships; but when a friendship is once formed with a human, they manifest their feelings in ways that are unmistakable. And they are remarkably intelligent.

Cats, as a class, have never completely got over the snootiness caused by the fact that in Ancient Egypt they were worshiped as gods. This makes them too prone to set themselves up as critics and censors of the frail and erring human beings whose lot they share. They stare rebukingly. They view with concern. And on a sensitive man this often has the worst effects, including an inferiority complex of the gravest kind.

Cats and I have an understanding, but we choose not to interact often.

While cats can be infuriating, little old women in fur coats, they make me laugh. Of course, dogs, horses and my highly social chickens are dear to me, too.

I seem to have a soft spot in my heart for Australia and Australian actors. After having worked with one in 'Cinderella' and a multitude of them in 'Cats,' I've wanted the opportunity to actually perform 'down under.'

Let us love dogs; let us love only dogs! Men and cats are unworthy creatures.

Cats kill far more birds than men. Why don't you have a slogan: 'Kill a cat and save a bird?'

In the deep night of metaphysics, all cats look black.

If cats looked like frogs we'd realize what nasty, cruel little bastards they are. Style. That's what people remember.

If cats looked like frogs we'd realize what nasty, cruel little bastards they are. Style. That's what people remember.

In ancient times cats were worshipped as gods; they have not forgotten this.

Dynasties of felines, as numerous as the dynasties of Egyptian kings, succeeded each other in our home. Accident, flight, or death accounted for them in turns. They were all beloved and regretted; but life is made up of forgetfulness, and the remembrance of cats passes away like the remembrance of men.

Cats love to sleep softly.

Where I was living, there was a backyard, and we had a lot of neighbors with cats. These cats used to just sit on the wall, and one day I just turned around and there was a cat sitting there.

There were cats; cats I was wildly attached to — my husband and I spoke in cat voices. Once the marriage was over, I never thought of the cats again (until I wrote about them in a novel and disguised them as hamsters).

Rachel hadn't invented the dangers of toxoplasmosis; she'd gone online and built an airtight case. This wasn't crazy talk. Neurobiologists had linked T. gondii to suicide and the onset of schizophrenia. All caused by exposure to cat poop. Some studies even suggested that the toxo brain parasites chemically coerced people to adopt more cats. Those crazy cat ladies were actually being controlled by an infection of single-cell invaders. The

All through that lunch I feigned interest in her cats , yes , cats , while psychically begging her to love me and interview me .