Quotes About Cat

A "deadly cat and mouse game" began, the American science writer Deborah Blum has noted, as murderers deployed new poisons and scientists raced to find ways to catch them.

Did you know that if you rub a cat's fur the wrong way with a piece of silk, you can make sparks? Little flickers of electricity conjured from your bare fingertips. it is the nearest thing to being a god. That is how I feel when I spar with you.

He smiled again. "Your reputation undoubtedly precedes you." I bristled. "I am not that curious!" "You are curious as any cat, my love...

AC/DC is very easy to miao along to!

This morning I was laughing at my cat who was running up the stairs and slipped, and pretended like it didn't happen.

Minou, minou, en poil de chou, t'as le cul qui gèle sur ta colline, fais-toi un lit d'homme, t'as des griffes comme une charrue et ta langue râpe, c'est Janet qui te cause; je te rognerai les griffes à coup de serpe, moi. »

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...cursing my heels and debating whether it was faster to stop and take them off--damn ankle straps!--or keep running with the potential neck breakers. Wouldn't that make a charming epitaph? Here lies Cat. Killed not by fang, but Ferragamos.

Tipsy isn't a miracle wonder cat. That was always the deal: you'd get your cat back, but he'd be sort of creepy. We discussed this.

papayas and bananas right off the trees outside my bedroom window. There's a cat who lives here who is enormously affectionate to me for the half hour every day before I feed him, then moans crazily the rest of the time like he's having Vietnam

The approval of a cat cannot but flatter the recipient.

The cat Horus shot out from under the table and headed for the door, his ears flattened and his tail straight out. There he encountered Abdullah, who had been waiting for us on the verandah and who had, I supposed, been alarmed by Emerson's shouts and hurried to discover what disaster had prompted them. The cat got entangled in Abdullah's skirts and a brief interval of staggering (by Abdullah), scratching (by Horus) and swearing (by both parties) ensued before Horus freed himself and departed.

Put out? My dear Gertrud, I have been thinking of very serious things. You cannot expect me to frolic along paths of thought that lead to mighty and unpleasant truths. Why should I always smile? I am not a Cheshire cat.' 'I trust the gracious one will come in now and enter her bed,' said Gertrud decidedly, who had never heard of Cheshire cats, and was sure that the mention of them indicated a brain in need of repose.

The eyes were too intense, tortured almost. He was tall, but the body was wiry rather than powerful. Nature had gifted him with a cats grace and lethal swiftness, rather than the raw power of a bull.

Your grandmother's being bedridden has no more to do with it than the cat." Lydia was prone to seek the cat for exquisite comparison. Persons, with her, could no more sing—or dance—than the cat. She found the cat, in the way of metaphor, a mysteriously useful animal.

Here, there was an air of a country village. An apricot-colored cat sat on top of a fence, bathing himself in the sun. A woman entered a courtyard, her face veiled behind a huge bunch of lilies and baby's breath. The sounds of Mozart drifted down from a window. It was a pleasant surprise; I hadn't known such neighborhoods existed in Montmartre.

Een wilde kat gleed zachtvoetig door de bosjes, een vreemd uitziende kat met een korte krulstaart. Hij bleef staan en staarde naar het meisje, met intense gele ogen, en glipte toen weer door het struikgewas weg. Het meisje kwam overeind en ging staan, haar gezicht straalde bovenaardse verrukking uit.

Aan de andere kant van de tafel sloeg de papegaai krijsend met zijn vleugels en slingerde een stroom vloekwoorden naar de kat.

she was certain was a feral cat who shared his or her hunting grounds with any number of birds of prey. The cat won on that score; Indiana had seen freshly scattered feathers and savaged carcasses more than once as she'd walked the grounds. She'd thought for years

A poem is about something the way a cat is about the house.

Tell Suzie she's a lucky cat.' Have sexier words ever been spoken?

Hey, Cammie... tell Suzie she's a lucky cat." Have sexier words ever been spoken? I seriously think not!

I feel like you can't trust a cat. I feel like a cat's got an ulterior motive. The moment you show any weakness to a cat, the cat is gonna take over.

Curiosity did kill the cat, but I'm very curious.