Quotes About Cat

Did Brother Zachariah just steal our cat?

Curiosity may have killed the cat, but it also made her life more interesting. The simple fact is, something always kills the cat. It was actually quite wise of her to choose something stimulating to perform that invaluable service.

They watched each other at times as a cat would watch a mouse, playfully but seriously. The inspector smiled and the teacher smiled back, and the cat in each smiled too.

Oysters, clams, and cockles were cat's magic words, and like all good magic words they could take her almost anywhere.

Black Pearl was the most famous courtesan of all. "She's descended from the dragons, that one," the woman had told Cat. "The first Black Pearl was a pirate queen.

If Grumpy Cat could bring herself to actually support something, it should be a no-brainer for mere humans.

Hang sorrow, care'll kill a cat.

As for her cat, Galahad made an appearance, regally ignored everyone under four feet until he clued in that this variety of humans was more likely to drop food on the floor, or sneak him handouts. He ended in a gluttonous coma, tubby belly up under a table.

The huge cat, Galahad, was draped over the back of Eve's sleep chair like a drunk over a bar at last call. Since he'd spent several hours the night before attacking boxes, fighting with ribbon, and murdering discarded wrapping paper, she left him where he was so he could sleep it off.

She set the tray down on the table in the sitting area -- which instantly perked up Galahad's ears. Roarke simply pointed a warning finger that had the cat shooting up a leg to wash as if a morning ablution had been his only intention.

He rose, pointed a finger at the cat when Galahad took a very casual step toward the table. Then pulled Eve in and kissed her. "Take care of my cop.

Roarke pointed a finger at Galahad who'd begun his crouch toward the berries. The cat turned his head toward the screen as if suddenly enraptured by the financial new.

Look after my cop," he called after her. "Just you try licking off that plate, boy-o," she heard him say to the cat, "and see what happens." It made her grin all the way downstairs.

When he got quiet again, she assumed he was done talking. Instead, he spoke up one last time: "I only have one other secret." "What's that?" "Don't tell anyone . . . but I like that goddamn cat of yours." Tilting her head to the side, Beth smiled at the Shadow. "I have a feeling . . . he's pretty fond of you, too.

Not for me. I hate fish. It's for Goddamn Cat. I want him served that regularly.

That cat was a traitor. And if by some miracle she lived through the night, he was getting downgraded to Tender Vitals.

That cat was a traitor. And if by some miracle she lived through the night, he was getting downgraded to Tender Vittles.

Luck is like a cat." Susan wagged her forefinger at him, as if she were correcting a child who should know better. "The more you go after it, the more it eludes you. You can chase what doesn't want you, but you only catch what chooses to be in your palm.

Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Trez frowned at the sound. Cracking one eye open, he found his brother standing over his bed, Boo the black cat in the male's arms, an expression of disapproval narrowing those icy eyes. His brother's, not the cat's.

He shifted his eyes over and dodged the question. "Since when are you an animal lover?" "I hate this goddamn cat.

If curiosity killed the cat, it was satisfaction that brought it back.

The cat would eat fish but would not get her feet wet.

Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity,He's broken every human law, he breaks the law of gravity.His powers of levitation would make a fakir stare,And when you reach the scene of the crime—Macavity's not there!

Before a cat will condescend To treat you as a trusted friend, Some little token of esteem Is needed, like a dish of cream.