Quotes About Purr

all cats have a Spanish tinge although Puss himself elegantly lubricates his virile, muscular, native Bergamasque with French, since that is the only language in which you can purr.

Being a cat is nice, said the nearby Cat. I grant you that. Being a cat means you can go from violence to affection without any discernible transition. I kill, I purr, I eat, I sleep.

Cats were often familiars to workers of magic because to anyone used to wrestling with self-willed, wayward, devious magic—which was what all magic was—it was rather soothing to have all the same qualities wrapped up in a small, furry, generally attractive bundle that looked more or less the same from day to day and might, if it were in a good mood, sit on your knee and purr. Magic never sat on anybody's knee and purred.

H'sh. It is neither bullock nor buck he hunts to-night," said Mother Wolf; "it is Man." The whine had changed to a sort of humming purr that seemed to roll from every quarter of the compass. It was the noise that bewilders wood-cutters, and gipsies sleeping in the open, and makes them run sometimes into the very mouth of the tiger.

Here kitty, kitty. Here, kitty, kitty, kitty. --Dodge

Blood was now spurting in all directions, and the almighty purr was deafening.

All sounds are sharper in winter; the air transmits better. At night I hear more distinctly the steady roar of the North Mountain. In summer it is a sort of complacent purr, as the breezes stroke down its sides; but in winter always the same low, sullen growl.

I'll take the sound of a full throttle purr over the thump of a wagging tail any day.

Cats are so wonderful because they're furry, purry and totally independent.

I have noticed that what cats most appreciate in a human being is not the ability to produce food - which they take for granted - but his or her entertainment value. Asmodeus took to his toy enthusiastically. In another week he permitted me to stroke him, producing a raucous purr, but, in order to save his face, pretending to be asleep.

As the ancients said,     The cat triumphant purrs like a tiger.

He possessed the tact of becoming instantly intimate with women without giving rise to any fear of impertinence. He had about him somewhat of the propensities of a tame cat. It seemed quite natural that he should be petted, caressed, and treated with familiar good nature, and that in return he should purr, and be sleek and graceful, and above all never show his claws. Like other tame cats, however, he had his claws, and sometimes made them dangerous.

If there were to be a universal sound depicting peace, I would surely vote for the purr.

And the behaviour of the cat was somewhat peculiar. It was soon noticed that when there was work to be done the cat could never be found. She would vanish for hours on end, and then reappear at meal-times, or in the evening after work was over, as though nothing had happened. But she always made such excellent excuses , and purred so affectionately , that it was impossible not to believe in her good intentions.

If you stroke a cat, it will purr; and, as inevitably, if you praise a man, a sweet expression of delight will appear on his face; and even though the praise is a palpable lie, it will be welcome, if the matter is one on which he prides himself.

With a silent mew, Myst stood, stretched, then padded forward to twine about his leg. Vane reached down and rubbed his fingers over the sleek head, then ran his nails down her spine. Myst arched, tail stiffening; the rumble of her purr reached Vane. It also reached Patience; she glanced down. Myst! she hissed. Stop bothering Mr. Cynster. She's not bothering me. Capturing Patience's gaze, Vane added: I enjoy making females purr.

Tigerstar's whiskers twitched. "I can't think of anything better. We've put up with ThunderClan long enough. It'll be good to have a new Clan on our border." He eyed Bramblestar mischievously. Bramblestar huffed. "ThunderClan will enjoy a break from ShadowClan as well." "You'll miss our scent markers!" Strikestone called from the gathered cats. Amused purrs rippled through the Clans.

and a loud purr rose from his throat, an enormous sound to come from his small, fluffy body.

But my pretty little Gwen…me and her daddy…" Then she purred. Seriously. Purred.

Sometimes, it will ignore me completely, because it's a cat.

I've got my warrior name, too!" Crookedjaw?" How did you guess?" A purr rumbled in his throat. Because your tail's still straight.

Into the room, with great dignity, stalked One and Four. They had mud on their paws, and they naturally decided to sit on my lap. They smelt of moss and loam, and they both set up a slow, tranquil purr. Cats, I thought, are the best.

In fact, his adult brain acted like his adolescent brain used to. It stopped functioning. All it wanted to do was wrap itself around the owner of that scent and purr. The cat in him wanted to stretch out his body and rub his face into that scent. He'd been right. She was here.

Cat tongues are awesome." --Nellie Gomez, The 39 Clues, Beyond The Grave