Quotes About Cat

He'd been meaning to buy a cat anyhow, he said. (But notice how he'd used the word buy, apparently unaware that true animal lovers would not be caught dead in a pet shop.)

Während Alek zuschaute, begriff er, wie primitiv er das Gerät benutzt hatte, so wie eine Katze, die Klavier spielt.

Tally really didn't have the strength to explain that she'd really meant her hangover, which was sprawled in her head like an overweight cat, sullen and squishy and disinclined to budge.

The Emperor's cat had received the fifth rank, and was given the appropriate title-name 'My?bu'. It was a charming creature, and the Emperor was quite devoted to it. One

while I . . . napped on the couch, beneath Breccia, who, like all cats, weighed twenty pounds more asleep than awake.

What is that smell? (Nick) (It was like three-day-old cat vomit mixed with rotten asparagus.) Duck urine. It keeps the zombies from thinking I'm human. (Mark) Yeah, well it keeps me from thinking you're sane. (Nick)

the wind has a purpose - to rattle the window panes, disturb the cat and make me miss you ...

at morning, I'm unruffled - I'll sit with my tea and Muse Cat beside me and listen to the soft chime of the grandfather clock...

at dawn, the grains of sleep turn to floating black spots, then out of focus the world tilts, and the cat scratches at the door...

why is my cat a Muse? the cat has the rare grace of never saying a word too much? Mark Twain ...that's why ...

today there are bars of light on the rug, but Muse Cat prefers his tomato box where he can dream in private...

Dr. G, a sixteen foot, aging giraffe was sprawled awkwardly on a couch half his size. Cat and Tort sat on a love seat waiting anxiously for the Doctor to start. The towering Doctor started with… "Can we begin?" The giraffe paused and cocked his massive head towards the wall that displayed his numerous degrees. "Of course we can begin. I'm the damned Shrink here.

George did likewise. "What do you think of him?" "Behaving like a cat on a hot bakestone," said Tretower,

They were also the person who kept the ox-sector Emergency Department of the largest hospital in the galaxy purring like an only slightly dyspeptic cat.

Only more cat-shaped. (Jeoffry, a poet's cat, has ignored vast amounts of Milton over the years, but some of it has apparently stuck.)

She laughed, a cat's soundless amusement, and nodded thanks.

Cat eyed wampyr, and often a brief battle of wills the wampyr stood, surrendering the chair.

Don Sebastien was beside her as silently as a cat in his patent-leather boots, dabs of mud marring their mirror shine.

Lullaby For the Cat Minnow, go to sleep and dream, Close your great big eyes; Round your bed Events prepare The pleasantest surprise. Darling Minnow, drop that frown, Just cooperate, Not a kitten shall be drowned In the Marxist State. Joy and Love will both be yours, Minnow, don't be glum. Happy days are coming soon -- Sleep, and let them come...

Well, the cat is flourishing and gets more spoiled and more beautiful every day. His whiskers measure, from tip to tip, including his mouth and nose, of course, ten inches, pure white whale bone.

Summer was over in twenty minutes that day. Finished. At four o'clock in the afternoon the roses were quiet on their stems, full-blown, fulfilled; the water in the pool was warm; the leaves on the trees quiet, too, and green. The cat lay with his belly to the sun, steeped in heat.

And then the purring began again—the goddamned cat—and I looked down to see her rolling on the carpet beside the dark mess, as if the smell were catnip to her, and not the stench of the putrefying bodily fluids of a decomposing corpse.

In the silence I heard Bastet, who had retreated under the bed, carrying on a mumbling, profane monologue. (If you ask how I knew it was profane, I presume you have never owned a cat.)

Unfortunately for you, cats love games." He moved toward her slowly. "We prowl, we stalk, we tease, and then we pounce." "I