Quotes About Cats

Tighe took control of his thoughts. "You need to use the bathroom. When I tell you to, go into the house. Two cats will try to come in with you. You must let them in. Don't allow anyone to stop them. Once inside the house, you'll go into the bathroom and close the door, pull down your pants, then curl up on the floor and go to sleep." The bastard's career would be over when they caught him, literally, with his pants down. But he deserved it for kicking a cat.

The Arabians might not suit you; they don't suit everyone. They are like cats: vain, beautiful, and intelligent. But you deal well enough with Asil, who is also vain, beautiful, and intelligent.

Medea yowled at me and stropped my leg, broadcasting the information that no one had fed her. Cats lie, and I was pretty sure she was lying. But feeding her made me happy and made her happy.

Four of us,' said Morwen. The cats yowled. 'Yes, I know, and of course you're coming, but you can't carry a bucket of soapy water, so for the purposes of this discussion it doesn't matter,' she told them. The cats gave her an affronted look, turned their backs, and began making indignant little noises at each other.

DEEP IN THE ENCHANTED FOREST, in a neat gray house with a wide porch and a red roof, lived the witch Morwen and her nine cats. The cats were named Murgatroyd, Fiddlesticks, Miss Eliza Tudor, Scorn, Jasmine, Trouble, Jasper Darlington Higgins IV, Chaos, and Aunt Ophelia, and not one of them looked anything like a witch's cat.

He noticed, without surprise, that the two cats had come along, even though he had not specifically included them in the transportation spell. Cats were like that.

Men don't worry a lot – not nearly so much as the women. Real bad worriers women are, and wives are the worst of the lot. One of the things that put me off marrying was hearing the way they go on. If it isn't their husbands it's their children, and if it isn't their children it's their clothes, or their hens, or their cats, or their dogs, or what their neighbours think.

Some were fickle as cats, sliding away when you needed comfort, then coming back later when you didn't want them, jostling at you, stealing your breath.

Home is a desk. The amalgamation of a dream. Home is the cats, my books, and my work never done. All the lost things that may one day call to me, the faces of my children who will one day call to me. Maybe we can't draw flesh from reverie nor retrieve a dusty spur, but we can gather the dream itself and bring it back uniquely whole.

Any conditioned cat-hater can be won over by any cat who chooses to make the effort. Only an unregenerate ailurophobe can't be reached. I'd say he's really sick.

Why did he pick me? There were five other laps present, all of them more friendly than mine. It's that sort of coincidental behavior of cats that upsets people. It raises the question: did he know I was the guy who had to be won over? But won over to what?

If anyone asked why we decided to start a family when we did, I said, 'Most couples get kittens for their kids to play with; we decided to get a baby for our cats to play with.' That wasn't true, of course, but it was good for a laugh.

Recently, Dr. Michael W. Fox, in his book, Understanding Your Cat, wrote: 'It is not anthropomorphic to say that the cat experiences emotions as we do. It is logical to conclude that they do since they have the same brain center for such feelings as we have.

Kittens can happen to anyone.

In the very existence of this book we have a most concrete example of the manner in which at least one of these marvellous creatures [cats], acquiring both an editor and a publisher, has advanced the eventual complete feline take-over of the human race.

I have cats because they have no artificially imposed, culturally prescribed sense of decorum. They live in the moment. If I had an aneurysm in the brain, and dropped dead, I love knowing that as the paramedics carry me out, my cats are going to be swatting at that little toe tag.

You just call if you have any other problems," the fire marshall said. "Only – there's one thing we don't do. We don't do cats in trees. Everybody thinks we do, but we don't. You have a cat in a tree, don't call us.

I have three cats, and they have fleas. But they never go out, so if they have fleas, they got them from me. I feel like kind of an ass for making them wear the collars.

The problem with cats is that they get the exact same look on their face whether they see a moth or an axe-murderer.

The problem with cats is that they get the same exact look whether they see a moth or an ax-murderer.

When my cats aren't happy, I'm not happy. Not because I care about their mood, but because I know they're just sitting there, thinking up ways to get even.

A dropped cat always lands on its feet. Buttered toast always lands buttered side down. Strap buttered toast to back of cat , & drop. The two will hover, spinning inches above the ground ...

Cats don't need to be possessed; they're evil on their own.