Quotes About Feline

She felt something warm and velvety by her leg. It was Behemoth.

I love cats. I've had cats as pets.

I just love leopard print.

A cat never discusses his business with humans, not even Princesses. A cat never explains and never apologizes. A cat never alibis. You must accept a cat as it is and for what it is and not expect more than the pleasure of its company.

Can I ask a question, sir? said Maurice, as Death turned to go. You May Not Get An Answer. I suppose there isn't a Big Cat in the Sky, is there? I'm Surprised At You, Maurice. Of Course There Are No Cat Gods. That Would Be Too Much Like...Work. Maurice nodded. One good thing about being a cat, apart from the extra lives, was that the theology was a lot simpler.

The purr is very important. It's the purr that does it every time. It's the purr that makes up for the Things Under the Bed, the occasional pungency, the 4 a.m. yowl. Other creatures went in for big teeth, long legs or over-active brains, while cats just settled for a noise that tells the world they're feeling happy.

His movements could be called catlike, except that he did not stop to spray urine up against things.

He opened the box and took out the kitten. It stared at him with the normal mad amazement of kittens everywhere. I DON'T HOLD WITH CRUELTY TO CATS, said Death, putting it gently on the floor.

Wizards, like cats, can see Death.

Could anyone truly trust a cat?

Catwoman has an awesome, iconic personality. It's a blast to write her. You get her; she's an archetype. You can just kind of put on the cat-suit.

Authors are sometimes like tomcats: They distrust all the other toms but they are kind to kittens.

I'm not into Hello Kitty.

Many cats are the death of the mouse.

If the claws didn't retract, cats would be like Velcro.

Human madness is oftentimes a cunning and most feline thing.

Cats randomly refuse to follow orders to prove they can.

Cats hate a closed door, you know, regardless of which side they're on. If they're out, they want to get in, and if they're in, they want to get out.

Finding Louisa in her drawing-room was like discovering a kitten in the cupboard--not necessarily unwelcome, but still startling.

He was so beautiful it was almost unbearable. His feline body, now shirted in khaki drab, his blond-streaked hair, seemed to represent all that Ari could ever want, all that she would be denied once Star Eyed moved on.

Lily was eager to dance, her body moving involuntarily to the summoning of the music. She was a tawny cat stretching before the panther's grace of Israel, who watched her with a smiling, feline eye.

Somebody said that in passing, you know, 'I hate cats.' You know, somebody really hates cats, and I've never figured that one out. And credit to cats - the ability to generate that much animosity, you know.

Arise from sleep, old cat, And with great yawns and stretchings...Amble out for love

The best about cats is they love cannot feign...