Quotes About Cat

She is a cat," he thought. "That's all she is—a cat!" But that was not how his mind saw her—quick beyond all dreams of speed, sharp, clever, unbelievably graceful, beautiful, wordless and undemanding. Where would he ever find a woman who could compare with her?

Maldonado's face was ghastly. 'That' she said, pointing below the bed where the cat lurked, 'and that' - pointing to what lay on the floor - 'prove it was no dream. Do dreams leave marks behind them?' ("I'm Dangerous Tonight")

Sometimes a person really must choose between two good things. Two good things, thought Flora. I would choose the thing that involved a cat.

Bobby spotted the black cat lying on a windowsill, sunning itself. They both walked over to it. Bobby tentatively reached out and rubbed his hands across the cat's belly. The cat purred. "Nice," the cat said dreamily. Bobby whipped his hand back.

We're all trapped in the digital world. It's filled with cat videos, and you have to dodge comments about how much you stink.

No, he keeps the schedule of a cat. Long hours of slumber interrupted by brief periods of self-grooming.

It's not a cat!' Flo insisted. 'It's a horrible stripy- thing - and it's got fangs, and... and...' 'She calls it Henry,' she said, as though this was calling the Prince of Darkness Fred. 'She says her sister left it to her in her. In her will!

I'm Catholic. My mother and I were unpacking and she found my diaphragm. I had to tell her it was a bathing cap for my cat.

If it looks like a cat, walks like a cat, and has whiskers like a cat, it's probably a damn cat. But if it eats your groceries, messes up your kitchen, and makes you want to rip out your hair by the roots, you either married it or gave birth to it

Maybe curiosity did kill your cat. But it wouldn't hurt to keep an eye on the neighbor's rottweiler just the same.

But I'm gonna put a cat on you was the coolest, grooviest, swingin'est, wailin'est, strongest, swingin'est cat that ever stomped on this jumpin' green sphere. And they called this here cat The Nazz.

Hipsters, flipsters, and finger-poppin' daddies,Knock me your lobes,I came to lay Caesar out,Not to hip you to him.The bad jazz that a cat blowsWails long after he's cut out,The groovy is often stashed with their frames.

Penny: PROBLEM. Spider in the clean laundry basket and now it's gone. I have to burn down the house. Gray: No. Penny: You're not grasping the severity of this situation. The spider is huge and it's going to eat the cat. Gray: Then the spider will rightfully take our cat's place and become our beloved spider cat. Penny: This is on you. And remember that thing I said you could do to me tonight? It's off the table.

Watch out," Aubrey said. "He doesn't like—" Ben squatted low and stroked the cat. Gus plopped onto his back with a grunt, exposing his belly for a rub. "—to be touched much," Aubrey finished, and then rolled her eyes as Gus soaked up Ben's affection, even sending Aubrey a "be jealous, bee-yotch" look from slitty eyes. Her cat was a man ho.

You don't take your cat with you to go bird shopping. Not because the cat isn't polite, but because he's a cat.

He gave me an inscrutable look that said maybe he would and maybe he wouldn't. Mister was a cat, and cats generally considered it the obligation of the universe to provide shelter, sustenance, and amusement as required. I think Mister considered it beneath his dignity to plan for the future.

Those interest me. I will climb them. All the way up there? Bridget asked. She felt slightly dizzy just thinking of the view from the mast tops. It seems unnecessary. Rowl turned his head and gave her a level look. Then he said, I sometimes forget that you are just a human. He flicked his ears dismissively and looked back up at the masts. A cat would understand.

My cat walked on my face just after dawn.

He is a cat, Miss Lancaster. Asking him such questions is an exercise in futility.

Being called dangerous by a cat could mean a great many things, but it was generally delivered as something of a compliment.

Mort looked at the cat and sighed. "Oh, sure. Professional ectomancer with a national reputation as a medium tells you what's going on, and nobody believes him. But let a stump-tailed, furry critter come in and everyone goes all Lifetime." "Heh," said Sir Stuart, quietly amused. "What did I tell you? Cats.

And then I heard the most beautiful sound of my life. Somewhere nearby, a cat let out an angry, hissing scream.

Deep fry that sucker! - Garfield

Why were you smiling like that?" "Smiling like what?" "Like the cat that got into the cream pot.