The world of a cat is unlike any other. What is seen through their eyes cannot be understood by anyone besides another cat. Their world is filled with secrets and adventures that are always present...

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…)

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.

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.

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.

My fur coat doesn’t need to be dry cleaned, because it’s self-cleaning. It’s constantly licking its fur to keep itself clean. Beats walking through a car wash, like I used to do when I worked...

My love sits on the stove like a cat with an oven mitt for an ass.

When someone tells me they don’t read, I like to walk up to them and stroke their hair, pet it really, because you know who also doesn’t read? My cat. In essence, these people are...

Purr more, hiss less

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

Oh, well, isn’t that nice. You are a nice young girl. Be a good friend to her and set her straight. She has love bruises on her neck and didn’t come home until this afternoon.”...

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…at morning, I’m unruffled – I’ll sit with my tea and Muse Cat beside me and listen to the soft chime of the grandfather clock…

There will always be road construction in life, and never a point when all the highways are fixed. Keep walking.

Here’s a random factoid: I like cats. And here’s another: I like red wine.

My cat brought me a toy. I thanked her and threw it. She sat there gave me a look that made me realize people and dogs are the crazy ones.

I went on a road trip with my cat, Cap’n. I would have let him drive, but he was drunk.

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’.

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.

The sh*t’s gonna splatter, start buggin, yo…”Mencheres to Cat

I love you, Kitten.Don’t try to get out of this. We’ll see if you love me when I pay you back.Even then I will love you, Bones called out as I stomped away.

Oh, yes, that feels so good,” I moaned, and instead of punching Ian, pulled him closer.Breath tickled my neck as he laughed. “I know. I’m truly gifted.

You would wind up as a cat, I told her. They don’t need anyone else. I need you, she replied.Well, I said. Maybe I’ll come back as catnip.

A library after closing is a lonely place. It is heart-poundingly silent, and the rows of shelves create an almost unfathomable number of dark and creepy corners.

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

Well, for instance, why does everything always have to be written from the point of view of a human being? Why not write from the point of view of a cat? Or a tree?

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?

Chairs have legs. Four of them, like my father. Meow.

Grimalkin yawned and licked his whiskers. ‘Not dead,’ he replied. ‘Hardly dead. But she changed her name and appearance so many times, even the oldest fey would hardly remember her. She likes to keep a...

Bones didn’t share any of my qualms about suddenly holding an arm that wasn’t attached to a body anymore. He just grabbed the ghoul by his other arm and began thumping him over the head...

….called to give you the good news. I asked our daughter to marry me and she accepted. Congratulations, I will officially your son-in-law. Now, do you want me to call you zmum straightaway, or wait...

Not fooling around, not bothering nobody, just sitting here mending the Primus,” said the cat with a hostile frown, “and, moreover, I consider it my duty to warn you that the cat is an ancient,...

The ocean filled the footprints where a boy and cat had stood.

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.

What have you done to my cat?” Magnus demanded… “You drank his blood, didn’t you? You said you weren’t hungry!”Simon was indignant. “I did not drink his blood. He’s fine!” He poked the Chairman in...

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

The key to making supreme Snuggle Pudding is mixing in enough cat.

By the way, Boots died and Opal says she hopes you’re satisfied.

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.

Shit. I hated her already, and we hadn’t even met.

Then to top it all off, you were only reacting to me because you were impaired! That’s rich! You know what those drugs did to you in the first dose, before the second one made...

cats choose us; we don’t own them

…at dawn, the grains of sleep turn to floating black spots, then out of focus the world tilts, and the cat scratches at the door…

Looking can make you want. Wanting can get you thinking. If you want them to stop thinking, just give them what they want.

Imprinting.”I heard the smile disappear from Cat’s face. “Next.”I repeated myself.”Are you referring to Stephenie Meyer’s books?””Yes,” I said. A little unwillingly.Cat chuckled. “There’s no shame in reading enjoyable books. But this topic is better...

Look,” I whisper to Cat, “Shooting star! That’s good luck.”She rolls her eyes. “It’s a plane, you idiot,” she says, and when I look again I can see that she’s right. Typical.

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

We named the bar The Bar. “People will think we’re ironic instead of creatively bankrupt,” my sister reasoned.Yes, we thought we were being clever New Yorkers – that the name was a joke no one...

Dear cat, your ears are flipped inside out, so I know you’re not listening to a word I’m not saying.