Quotes About Cats

Nothing can scatter like 3 Siamese cats better than 2 Siamese cats.

that's what i mean about cats. they're always trying to make fools of us humans.

Cats never strike a pose that isn't photogenic.

her first day in Paris she can hardly get out of bed. When finally she does, she stands at the window and watches the cats. She does not feel depressed so much as absent. She

Cats are the closest thing to zombies in living form, as they have nine lives. For zombies, a cat is like a sheepdog for the sheep. They will lead zombies quite nicely.

Animals are very spiritual creatures and have evolved to a higher plane than humans. Cola was honored with the position of Comforter. Usually that work goes to cats or ferrets...

cats stretched out in puddles of sunshine;

At night the cries of cats making love or fighting, their caterwauling in the dark, told us that the world was pure emotion, flung back and forth among its creatures, the agony of the one-eyed Siamese no different from that of the Lisbon girls, and even the trees plunged in feeling.

I never felt a biological tug looking at children. It's not that I'm missing maternal feelings, it's more like they apply only to cats and dogs, possibly small monkeys. While I'm happy for everyone who wants a family, I look at the notion of having kids the same way I look at people who get tattoos on their faces, like, "Hoo-boy, that's permanent.

When I meet a cat, I say, "Poor Pussy!" and stop down and tickle the side of its head; and the cat sticks up its tail in a rigid, cast-iron manner, arches its back, and wipes its nose up against my trousers; and all is gentleness and peace.  When Montmorency meets a cat, the whole street knows about it; and there is enough bad language wasted in ten seconds to last an ordinarily respectable man all his life, with care.

I do like cats. They are so unconsciously amusing. There is such a comic dignity about them, such a How dare you! Go away, don't touch me sort of air.

First, her father had a minor stroke, giving Claire a glimpse of his mortality and, by extension, her own. And then she had a vision of herself thirty years in the future: a spinster librarian in an apartment full of cats named after New Wave directors. (Godard, leave Rivette's chew toy alone—)

the water. The feral cats scattered before her.

You got cats at home? No cats. Only a husband.

For people who know about dance, 'Cats' is a musical that really celebrates dance, and there are so many different styles of dance in this film, too. I was really looking forward to being part of that.

I take care of my flowers and my cats. And enjoy food. And that's living.

Cats speak a subtle language in which few sounds carry many meanings, depending on how they are sung or purred. "Mnrhnh" means comfortable soft chairs. It also means fish. It means genial companionship... and the absence of dogs.

I have a family and two cats I get up with my kids early in the morning.

Wisdom is nothing more than the marriage of intelligence and compassion. And, as with all good unions, it takes much experience and time to reach its widest potential. Have you introduced your intellect to your compassion yet? Be careful; lately, intellect has taken to eating in front of the TV and compassion has taken in too many cats.

When I'm dating someone, if she bonds with my cats I'll give her a chance maybe more than I would otherwise. But if she doesn't like my cats it's kind of a deal breaker.

But look at the aspirations of that rabbit and look at his failing. A little life trying. And all the time it was hopeless. But the rabbit didn't know that. Or maybe did know and kept trying anyhow. But I think he didn't understand. He just wanted to do it so badly. It was his whole life, because he loved the cats.

Death makes me mad. Human and animal suffering make me mad; whenever one of my cats dies I curse God and I mean it; I feel fury at him. I'd like to get him here where I could interrogate him, tell him that I think the world is screwed up, that man didn't sin and fall but was pushed -- which is bad enough -- but was then sold the lie that he is basically sinful, which I know he is not.

When you get a cat to catch the mice in your kitchen, you can't expect it to ignore the rats in the cellar.

Comets are like cats: they have tails, and they do precisely what they want.