You can’t be sad when Daisy is around, she won’t let you.

You put quite a fight for a tame kitty

Why do I prefer cats to dogs? I have never stepped in cat shit.

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.

The Pekes and the Pollicles, everyone knows, Are proud and implacable, passionate foes;It is always the same, wherever one goes.And the Pugs and the Poms, although most people saythat they do not like fighting, will...

Having played to her heart’s content, Chibi would come inside and rest for a while. When she began to sleep on the sofa–like a talisman curled gently in the shape of a comma and dug...

A lot of apartments don’t allow dogs and cats, but pretty much anywhere will let you keep a bird.

Cats gravitate to kitchens like rocks gravitate to gravity.

Ever wonder why your cat jumps on the lap of the guest that doesn’t like cats? It is because people who don’t like cats will do things cats like during greetings. They squint their eyes,...

He looked up at the stars as the storm closed in and saw them extinguished, one-by-one, until just two remained. They glimmered and shone through gaps in the clouds like two great eyes in the...

Mikä etu, mikä verraton taivaan lahja onkaan mielihyvän ilmaisemisen taito äänin ja elein. – Ensin hyräilin, sitten sain tuon jäljittelemättömän kyvyn heilautella häntääni mitä siroimmissa kiekuroissa, sitten ihmeellisen lahjan ilmaista yhdellä pikku sanalla iloa, surua,...

The dog appeals to cheap and facile emotions; the cat to the deepest founts of imagination and cosmic perception in the human mind. It is no accident that the contemplative Egyptians, together with such later...

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

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

Cats are the best. They don’t need haircuts, and they love to cuddle, unlike certain celebrities who’ve issued restraining orders against me.

Come here, cat. You wouldn’t want to destroy the space-time continuum, would you? Meow. Meow.

The chair walked in the room like any four-legged creature would, and I sat on it like a cat.

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

The white saucer like some full moon descendsAt last from the clouds of the table above;She sighs and dreams and thrills and glows,Transfigured with love.She nestles over the shining rim,Buries her chin in the creamy...

The Prologue to TERRITORY LOST”Of cats’ first disobedience, and the heightOf that forbidden tree whose doom’d ascentBrought man into the world to help us downAnd made us subject to his moods and whims,For though we...

Are there any capitalist cats?” Nakata asked

There’s no thrilling anticipation of the day’s first cup of coffee…nor the eye-closing delight of that first swallow of sauvignon blanc in the evening. We cats have no access to everyday mood-enhancing substances. Apart from...

In fiction, I exercise my nosiness. I am as curious as my cats, and indeed that has led to trouble often enough and used up several of my nine lives. I am an avid listener....

If you’ve got a cozy mystery, and a dog is introduced, readers’ first question is, ‘Does the dog die?’ They never ask about a cat. They know that the first rule of cozies is: The...

I sometimes think the Pussy-Willows greyAre Angel Kittens who have lost their way,And every Bulrush on the river bankA Cat-Tail from some lovely Cat astray.

I believe cats to be spirits come to earth. A cat, I am sure, could walk on a cloud without coming through.

Cats can work out mathematically the exact place to sit that will cause most inconvenience.

I love cats. I’ve had cats as pets.

Sophie knew about power animals,everyone did…Sophie thought she might be a cat, she liked cats a lot.

For he will doAs he do doAnd there’s no doing anything about it!

Their [cats] effortless passing between the wild and domestic worlds suggests the kind of grace we need as a species to move between nature and culture.

By associating with the cat one only risks becoming richer.

My main regret in life is that there is no MacArthur Fellowship awarded in the field of Panda Satire.

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.

So Nikki came aboard as Jaqueline’s spare cat, presumably in case our prime cat, Eliza, goes on vacation, takes industrial action, or requests a personal day.

When I was a young boy, I preferred cats to dogs. From the age of seven or eight onwards I just felt more comfortable with cats. And I felt more comfortable with girls, I didn’t...

Somebody needs to pet me, and I guess that somebody is me. My cat is busy sleeping.

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...

The ability to lick their own asses, does this make cats their own bosses?

I sleep around. I sleep around my cat, who sleeps like a boulder in the middle of the bed and refuses to move.

I got him a cool gift. I got him a pack of razors, and a really furry dead cat.

John Grady looked at the table. The paper cat stepped thin and slant among the shapes of cats thereon. He looked up again. Yessir, he said. Just me and him.

Cats and monkeys – monkeys and cats – all human life is there!

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

When you set out, you were four. Six with friends who could not stay behind. Now you are one.

Purr more, hiss less

As soon as I open this door, I’ll be free. FREE! No more goofy cats screaming in my face and eating my shoes. No more biting and scratching and chasing me down the street. Outside...

It’s like they’ve forgotten everything important, isn’t it? I mean, forgotten things like cats and dancing exist.

If animals could speak, the dog would be a blundering outspoken fellow; but the cat would have the rare grace of never saying a word too much.

I’m like a cat. I swear I havenine lives