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

For all the accomplishments of molecular biology, we still can’t tell a live cat from a dead cat.

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 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.

please” anyone but themselves

The cat’s out of the bag” tells that a secret’s been exposed to the world. But who put the secret, or cat, in the bag in the first place? I thought only kidnap victims were...

My cat’s name is Mr. Dog, and My penis’ name is Mr. Beaver. Ah, but that’s life, no?

Love is a cat wearing a fur coat in a sauna in the middle of the Sahara Desert at noon. Trust me, I speak from personal experience.

The lustful glances thrown his way made me wish he wasn’t such a damned bowl of eye candy.”- Cat re: Bones

Even without being believed, magic can change things. It moves invisibly through the air, dissolving the usual ways of seeing, allowing new ways to creep in, secretly, quietly, like a stray cat sliding thought the...

Sleep in my arms like a little cat; I love your snoring and your smell.

Wait a minute. Wait just a hairball kakking minute.

Colorful characters are the odd shaped pieces that fill the holes in life’s puzzle.

When I played in the sandbox, the cat kept covering me up.

The big one I missed out on was ‘Cat on a Hot Tin Roof.’ MGM wanted me for it, and Warner Bros. wouldn’t give me permission to do it.

After scolding one’s cat one looks into its face and is seized by the ugly suspicion that it understood every word. And has filed it for reference.

Maybe I could hear better if my ears weren’t flipped inside out. Unlike a cat’s ears, you can’t tell mine are flipped over. But they must be, because I only seem to listen to myself.

A cat purring on your lap while you sip hot tea, is there anything better? Oh, and you’re floating in a zero gravity environment.

The gremlin stopped, blinking up at me with an almost hurt expression. ‘Master punish bad kitty?’ he said in a pitiful voice.’No I’m not going to punish the bad kitty,’ I said and Grimalkin snorted.’And...

Where are you, bloodsuckers? Here, fangy, fangy, fangy…

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...

I know I’m a bad bargain. But I’m begging you to have me anyway. Because I want a chance to make you as happy as you make me. I want to build a life with...

You smell like a litter box.

I had a dream about you. I was a cat. You were a red dot. And even those times I caught you, we couldn’t touch. But still I chased you anyway.

how can you love a little catso muchin such ashortshorttime?

The cat that laughs is crazy. Man who does not laugh is below… (Le chat qui rit est un fou. – Homme qui ne rit est dessous…)

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...

The way my vacuum cleaner sucks up cat hair, I shouldn’t have been surprised when it huffed up my mustache. But I was surprised it sucked out all the love and romance in our relationship.

I smell like cat snuggles and sex, though from two different activities. I have just perfected my meatloaf-flavored ice cream, if you want to grab a spork.

And that beautiful face is going to be clamped between my legs as soon as we get home, don’t you worry.

You treat me as if I was a feeble Human who couldn’t survive without your help, but I am a MASTER bloody VAMPIRE. (Bones to Cat – Ch 16, pg. 174)

My queen, his thoughts said reverently.My ass, I didn’t reply out loud.

She had wrapped her marble-like body in a huge fur, and rolled herself up trembling like a cat.

Of course the Man was wild too. He was dreadfully wild. He didn’t even begin to be tame till he met the Woman, and she told him that she did not like living in his...

Damn fine ship’s cat you are.

Victor had always said that most of the time happiness crept up on you when you were doing something else. He also said no happiness was ever wasted, because every happiness stays with you, and...

I was so offended I wanted to light his face on fire. But I restrained myself, because he was wearing my cat on his head.

I feel self-conscious calling my cat fat in front of a fat person, considering I’m skinny and inconsiderate.

I want to start a business making mint-flavored sunshine that comes in a can half full of meow-free rainbows. (Leprechauns sold separately.)

You didn’t really think we were done, did you?

Less bitching…more learning.

I have a Siamese twin cat. It’s got 2 heads and 18 lives.

And I was some of the mud that got to sit up and look around. Lucky me, lucky mud.

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...

The thing most consistently on my desk as I write is a cat – a different one at different times of the day. I think I’m more a part of their ritual.

There are two means of refuge from the miseries of life: music and cats.

I don’t own a cat. My cat owns a human.

I’m putting the finishing touches on a cat. I love petting.

Cats are like walking brooms you can actually comfortably cuddle with.

Who knows what goes on in the mind of a cat?