I never wanted to be a statistic. I never wanted to be that cat who tried and never made it.

The cat is beauty and the beast, a baffling blend, a wicked feast.For all who dream of varied light, the cat holds both the dark and bright.

A cat’s secrets run so deep that even the cat itself is often unaware. Their mysteries are as natural as whiskers.

Never try to outstubborn a cat.

We can’t find the cat,We don’t know where she’s at,Oh, where did she go?Does anyone know?Let’s ask this walking hat.

8. The Cat Who Lived in the PalaceThe cat who lived in the Palace had been awarded the head-dress of nobility and was called Lady Myobu.

Spartacus,” I called, “how’s it hanging?” Probably not too well. Once you’re dead, had your organs removed, and are resurrected as an undead mummified cat, your testicles probably looked like old raisins that had rolled under the couch. Raisins didn’t tend to…hang.

People decide how to live their own lives! A scum bastard doesn’t have the right to chain anyone down!” -Sven to Torneo

I love you, Catherine. You claimed my heart soon after we met, a beautiful Highland selkie who kept me safe within her cave. No one ever came to my rescue before. I laughed and I teased you, but I’d never been so deeply moved. While I was waiting at The Hague, I promised myself I’d...

The world would probably be better if people were put in carriers and cats roamed free.

You’re not a woman,” he said finally. “You’re the Grim Reaper with red hair!

Maybe I was worrying for nothing. Maybe it had just been casual for him, and I wouldn’t even have to tell him it couldn’t happen again. After all, the man was a couple hundred years older than me and a former gigolo. I certainly hadn’t robbed him of his virginity.

I am thirsty, and very susceptible to flattery… you could talk me into anything…””So much for fighting the good fight,” I observed dryly. “He’ll have a harem within a week.”Bones watched Juan disappear down the hall, nuzzling the blonde’s neck in a manner that didn’t speak only of hunger. “He’s a fine bloke. He’ll learn.””Learn...

There were place cards at the head table, which was one long, rectangular thing that would have everyone facing the reception room. I sat at the one marked Chritine Russell. Randy say to my left, with Denise to his right. To my right read Chris Pin. Who…? “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I said...

I looked at her quizzically. “No, why would you think so?” She gave me a knowing smile. “‘Cause he’s never brought a girl here before, child. Not one who didn’t need my help, leastways.” Oh! That pleased me, but I quashed it. “It’s not like that. We, ah, we kind of work together. I’m not...

You chose to come to Paris, of all places,” Mencheres replied.So what? Got something against the French?

It’s not like he’s going anywhere, so yeah. Now.

I missed you every minute this week and I don’t want to spend another day without you. If my mom disowns me for being with a vampire, then that’s her decision, but I’ve made mine, and I won’t apologize of back down from it.

There’s nothing to catch up on. You came, you saw, you scored, you left. End of story.

I preferred to think of myself as a cat. If I think of my behavior as cat behavior instead of people behavior, it pretty much always makes sense.

A philosopher is a blind man in a dark room looking for a black cat that isn’t there. A theologian is the man who finds it.

Debbie alikuwa akimwangalia Murphy kama paka anavyoangalia maziwa.

Waandishi wanapaswa kuwa wadadisi, kama paka, ijapokuwa udadisi ni hatari.

I have a bedroom rug that I feed. It’s not very flat, and it meows when I step on it.

There should always be one more cat than person, so everyone has one to pet, and I have two to myself.

There was fried chicken in the litter box, so I helped myself and took a shit. I am a cat lover and a fan of KFC. I always take mine to go.

He looked groggy, and he told me he didn’t get any sleep, so I handed him a cat, because that’s like extra sleep right there.

There are tales that rise like the early sun, breathe, and take on a life of their own. There are ones that flow quietly and effortlessly until time forsakes them, but there are others that fight until they find their way to the edge of reality, as if coming straight out of a dream.

The man who has pajamas knitted to match those of his cat, must be a superior lover.” My grandpa died a virgin.

Sleep is like a cat: It only comes to you if you ignore it. I drank more and continued my mantra. ‘Stop thinking’, swig, ’empty your head’, swig, ‘now, seriously empty your head’.

Sleeping, it’s what cats do best. It’s why they are my heroes.

Cap’n is the cuddliest cat this side of the rabbit hole. He’s like a furry lump of clay, because no matter what position you put him in, he’ll stay there and purr and then fall asleep. I could fold him up and stuff him in a Chinese to-go box, and he’d not even meow once...

A great band name would be Tickling Whiskers. Especially if the lead singer is a cat. I’d love to audition for backup dancer.

A counterfeit is a knock off. A cat’s tail swiping a knickknack placed perilously close to the edge of a shelf is also a knock off. How do you think my heart got broken?

I had a dream where I lost Cap’n among the hundreds of black and white cats and they all looked nearly identical to him. It was such a sad dream that it made me drool out of my eyes.

My writing, it’s all I have. Well, aside from my health. And shelter, food, and clothing. Oh, and my cat.

On his deathbed, my grandpa told me three things to remember for after he died. First he said, “You can’t own a cat. Ever.” Second he told me, “Friendly boys make friendly friends.” Finally he said, “You were adopted, just like your father before you, and his father before him.” “So,” I said, “you were...

I wear my cat like a purring fur coat. Love is such a warm feeling, no?

The cat, it is well to remember, remains the friend of man because it pleases him to do so and not because he must.

If it’s about the strength, every big animal can catch any mouse… but the skillful brand of the cat makes it’s catch exceptional! Go, get the skills!

We had five goats, two dogs, a cat and racks of commentaries on Shakespeare.

There is no ‘cat language.’ Painful as it is for us to admit, they don’t need one!

Louis found me in the rear parlor, the one more distant from the noises of the tourists in the Rue Royale, and with its windows open to the courtyard below. I was in fact looking out the window, looking for the cat again, though I didn’t tell myself so, and observing how our bougainvillea had...

Maybe it’s been like that for you till now. But you’re not a kid anymore. You have the right to choose your own life. You can start again. If you want a cat, all you have to do is choose a life in which you can have a cat. It’s simple. It’s your right… right?

It was probably my mother’s screaming that frightened the cat. It’s just a guess. No one knows for sure why a cat fell from a ten-storey building onto my head.

A window—it’s more entertaining than TV. Just ask a cat looking out, or a man looking in on a life he desires.

My cat is ignorant of the law. But then so am I. That means I am not his master, because we are both slaves.

Here’s what I’d love to see: A vending machine that dispenses cats for petting on your lunch break. Instead of money, the machine accepts hugs.

They all seemed hungry, happy, and healthy enough in their buzzing—oh the days were hot, and the noise of bees filled the air that was dusty with pollen and sun haze, and there were tiny black flies stuck to one another crowded by the creek and a creek stink rising from the deep pool under...

There wasn’t a human being for several kilometers around, not a news-stand, not a shop, not a café, not a school. Not a cat, not a skinhead. Nothing.