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.”...

Semua makhluk hidup setiap harinya hidup seperti memutar roda keberuntungan.

…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.

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.

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

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.

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

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.

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.

Of course not, Ian. It’s just that normally at this hour, Bones and I are fucking like rabbits, so I get twitchy when I have to wait for him to climb aboard.

Next to her, I felt like Carrot Top in drag.Cat re: Annette

You are the shit,” he solemnly agreed

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...

Until one morning, one of the coldest mornings of the year, when I came in with the book cart and found Jean Hollis Clark, a fellow librarian, standing dead still in the middle of the...

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...

Does a cat know he is a cat? Does a dog know he is a dog? Does nature know it is called nature? Does this planet know its name Earth? Does Sun know its name...

A dog is a pitiful thing, depending wholly on companionship, and utterly lost except in packs or by the side of his master. Leave him alone and he does not know what to do except...

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

Mr. Fizzlebush.” He will need his litter box changed daily, the finest dry cat food, and fourteen bottles of your finest champagne (he is royalty, after all). His Majesty Juan Carlos is not to be...