Quotes About Cat

In the end they worked out that Angus must have sneaked into Naomi's love parlor before his trouser snake addendums were, you know…adjusted. Super-Cat!!! He is without doubt the 007 of the cat world.

le vent soulève le fleuve et le lac, la pluie assombrit le village les montagnes alentour rugissent comme les vagues déferlantes de la mer un feu doux de fagots du torrent, une chaude couverture barbare en laine, le chat et moi ne franchissons pas la porte

That's the life, she said to me, as we watched a puppy chase its own tail. That's what I want to be next. I had laughed. You would wind up as a cat, I told her. They don't need anyone else. I need you, she replied. Well, I said. Maybe I'll come back as catnip.

That's the life, she said to me, as we watched a puppy chase its own tail. That's what I want to be next. I had laughed. you would wind up as a cat, I told her. They don't need anyone else. I need you, she replied. Well, I said. Maybe I'll come back as catnip.

He's crazy, Bruno said, twirling a finger in circles around the side of his head and whistling to indicate just how crazy he thought he was. He went up to a cat on the street the other day and invited her over for afternoon tea. What did the cat say? asked Gretel, who was making a sandwich in the corner of the kitchen. Nothing. explained Bruno. It was a cat.

I'm one more bad relationship away from having to buy a cat.

It is difficult to obtain the friendship of a cat. It is a philosophical animal... one that does not place its affections thoughtlessly.

Who shall tell the lady's griefWhen her Cat was past relief?Who shall number the hot tearsShed o'er her, beloved for years?Who shall say the dark dismayWhich her dying caused that day?

She's dead, you stupid cat. She's dead.

He [the cat] wound himself around her legs, purring the purr of ardent desire like a kettle coming to a boil and then bubbling very fast.

No tame animal has lost less of its native dignity or maintained more of its ancient reserve. The domestic cat might rebel tomorrow.

The cat, I remember.

The cat was on the window ledge, gazing intently into the garden.

Back at the Swan, the cat was asleep, curled against the chimney breast, which still exhaled a gentle warmth. Its eyelids flickered with the images of cat dreams that would be even more perplexing to us than the stories our human brains concoct nocturnally. Its ear twitched and the dream faded instantly.

remembered the gray cat that had appeared, as if by magic, on her lap. Silently he had sat under her stroking hand, regarding me fixedly with his round yellow eyes. If he saw my ghosts, if he saw my secrets, he did not seem the least perturbed, but only blinked and continued to stare indifferently. "What's his name?" I had asked. "Shadow," she absently replied.

The river is of no use to a yorkshire cat, it is the moors he is looking for.

Ab has just walked in, mewing- it must be tea-time; that cat has a clock in his stomach.

I'll tell you what surprises me." "Is it my eyes? Is it my lips?" "It's your cat," he said. "I don't have a cat." "That's what surprises me." "You think I'm a cat person." "I see you with a cat, definitely. There ought to be a cat slipping along the walls.

Then she rubbed the cat's fur and felt her childhood there. It was complete in a touch, everything intact, carried out of old lost houses and fields and summer days into the river of her hand.

I can just imagine the kind of book cover they'll insist on. Some really heroic pose by you doing something you never did, probably. Maybe in battle armor. With a gun." "Like that would ever happen. So if I die, you'll just write a memoir?" "No, I'll probably get a cat, too.

That cat is like a two-year-old with four-wheel drive.

Friskies was noisy food, all hard little pellets. He enjoyed the crackling sounds and supposed the cat did too. He thought that they probably reminded her of tiny bones breaking, of who she was down deep.

Thou art the Great Cat, the avenger of the gods, and the judge of words, and the president of the sovereign chiefs and the governor of the holy Circle; thou art indeed…the Great Cat.

A FEW PETS had come with us for the summer: three dogs and a cat, a pissed-off Siamese with a skin condition. Dandruff. We dressed up the dogs in costumes from a wicker chest, but could not dress the cat. She scratched.