Quotes About Cats

I would say old school cats like Redman and Wu-tang. My style is my style, those are just cats that I liked.

I grew up with such an affinity to cats. I adore the way that they think and operate.

The real objection to the great majority of cats is their insufferable air of superiority. Cats, as a class, have never completely got over the snootiness caused by the fact that in Ancient Egypt they were worshipped 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.

You are inviting disaster and... what's the word? Something about cats. Jeeves replies, Cataclysms, sir?

If cats understood technology and had opposable thumbs, they'd rule the world.

I've found that the way a person feels about cats—and the way they feel about him or her in return—is usually an excellent gauge by which to measure a person's character.

I've found that he way a person feels about cats-and the way they feel about him or her in return-is usually an excellent gauge by which to measure a person's character

I flung open the door. I got a momentary flash of about a hundred and fifteen cats of all sizes and colours scrapping in the middle of the room, and then they all shot past me with a rush and out of the front door; and all that was left of the mobscene was the head of a whacking big fish, lying on the carpet and staring up at me in a rather austere sort of way, as if it wanted a written explanation and apology.

I don't know a thing about cats. I know everything else, life and its archipelago, seas and unpredictable cities, botany, the pistil and its scandals, the pluses and minuses of math. I know the earth's volcanic funnels and the crocodile's unreal shell, the fireman's unseen kindness and the priest's blue atavism. cat leave But a cat I can't figure out. My mind slipped on its indifference. Its eyes hold ciphers of gold.

I wouldn't trust him to feed my cats for the weekend. He can't quite manage his Pokemon Go account... That's who's deciding what gets to be said and what's not to be said?

But from these three cats I afterwards came to be so pestered with cats that I was forced to kill them like vermin or wild beasts, and to drive them from my house as much as possible.

Confidence, as a teenager? Because I knew what I loved. I loved to read; I loved to listen to music; and I loved cats. Those three things. So, even though I was an only kid, I could be happy because I knew what I loved.

"If you want to write, keep cats."

"A countryman between two lawyers is like a fish between two cats."

"A cat has absolute emotional honesty: human beings, for one reason or another, may hide their feelings, but a cat does not."

"Those who'll play with cats must expect to be scratched."

"How we behave toward cats here below determines our status in heaven."

As one cat said to another: Birthdays are like fur balls - the more you have the more you gag.

The province of the poem is the world. When the sun rises, it rises in the poem and when it sets darkness comes down and the poem is dark . and lamps are lit, cats prowl and men read, read–or mumble and stare at that which their small lights distinguish or obscure or their hands search out in the dark. The poem moves them or it does not move them. Faitoute, his ears ringing . no sound . no great city, as he seems to read–

what is it you have, or don't have, that you sit there completely self-contained, that you can sit and know . . . and know exactly where your feet are? Yes, that's what makes cats incredible, because you know they're aware every instant of where their feet are, and they know how much they have to share with other cats, they don't try to . . . pretend . . .

If J.G. Ballard had been on Twitter, I doubt he'd have cat-posted. Wm. S. Burroughs, on the other hand, probably would have. He loved cats. I received Christmas cards from Burroughs. All were cute cat cards.

You see what's going on," Dane said. Miserably he ran his hands over his head. "That is a picket line, and I am in trouble." "A picket? The cats and birds?" Dane nodded. "The familiars are on strike.

I don't see the purpose of cats. Dogs can protect you, can sniff out things, and can be your eyes if you're blind. Could you imagine a seeing-eye cat? The first person who walks by with an untied shoelace, and you're history.

What sort of philosophers are we, who know absolutely nothing about the origin and destiny of cats?