Well, how we going to sleep with that going on?” his wife demanded, not unreasonably. “Are they making love, or are they sore at each other, or are they just suffering down there?”(“I Wouldn’t Be...

She loves the smell of his fur, all warm and musky and cat-spit clean.

And I thought kitty liter was the unlawful practice of discarding small felines along the roadside.

Once when I had remarked on the affection quite often found between cat and dog, my friend replied, “Yes. But I bet no dog would ever confess it to the other dogs.

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

I close my eyes for a moment and open my inner eye. I stare at Pete, and the thing in his arms. Human. Cat. Human. Cat. No doubled vision: it’s a cat, singular. A solitary...

Throw a stick, and the servile dog wheezes and pants and stumbles to bring it to you. Do the same before a cat, and he will eye you with coolly polite and somewhat bored amusement....

I thought of Bobby, of the last look he had given me, and at that moment I understood one of the differences between man and cat: man knows he’s going to die, so he can...

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

Yesterday I complained of chest pains. My cat scratched my nipples.

I have no brothers or sisters, so I get all my sibling love. But since I can’t take what’s already mine, I end up giving it all to my cat.

My cat has long hair. Like a hippy. It gets annoying because I can’t get him to shut up about Vietnam. I can’t relate, because I wasn’t there. Neither was he, because like I said,...

We only got three dogs and two cats from Louisiana. All have been adopted. The first-hand experience we had with these kitties is that they had been in cages for so long, we recommended the...

I won’t read a book whose pages have been dog-eared, because I’m more of a cat person.

If you can try to nap where someone’s sitting,Although there is another empty chair,Then rub against his ankle without quittingUntil he rises from your favorite lair;If you can whine and whimper by a portalUntil the...

I always thought I was going to end up an old spinster, with my cats and fur coats.

One was an ancient tortoiseshell cat with arthritis, who creaked around the house–but when Aunt Sibby flickered her fingers and crooned, Miminy, miminy, tall-as-a-chi-mi-ny, danced on his hind legs like a kitten.

Either you like cats or you don’t. Whole nations have been divided on what people thought of an animal that mates openly, walks in silence and keeps its own counsel.

The gym cat appears to those who will die. He is our totem.” This thought came to me a few weeks ago. I shared it with no one of course.

A fish tank is just interactive television for cats.

I’ve found that he way a person feels about cats-and the way they feel about him or her in return-is usually an excellent gauge by which to measure a person’s character

Cats are useless.

I’m a sucker for curiosity’s whims.Does that make me a cat person?

I like pigs. Dogs look up to us. Cats look down on us. Pigs treat us as equals.

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

A cat never discusses his business with humans, not even Princesses. A cat never explains and never apologizes. A cat never alibis. You must accept a cat as it is and for what it is...

Confront a child, a puppy, and a kitten with a sudden danger; the child will turn instinctively for assistance, the puppy will grovel in abject submission, the kitten will brace its tiny body for a...

And then there were cats, thought Dog. He’d surprised the huge ginger cat from next door and had attempted to reduce it to cowering jelly by means of the usual glowing stare and deep-throated growl,...

Bluestar’s coming on patrol? Watch out for flying hedgehogs!

Because I’m a cat. A big one, the Panther of Rough Storms, in fact. But still a cat. If there’s a saucer of milk to spill, I’d rather spill it than let it lie. If...

Sophronia and Dimity took a vacant love seat at the front, Sophronia dislodging a large, fluffy cat with a scrunched-up face. The cat gave her a disgusted look. Or seemed to; it was hard to...

If cats could write history, their history would be mostly about cats.

It takes me a while to drag him out, he’s got himself stuck to the axle, and by the time I am done and stand over the body something strange has started to happen. The...

It’s not fun to pet cats when you’ve already poured gravy on them, and you’re holding silverware.

A meow’s a sound I want to look at. And after I see it, I want to pet it.

Cats are geniuses, because they know that looking out windows is better than watching Reality TV.

My love is a six-toed mutant, like a Hemingway cat. Pet it wisely.

This book has nothing to do with cats. Or mice. Or self-motivation. This book is 100% 50% finished. But don’t worry, I finished the good half. But don’t be mistaken—the good half isn’t good at...

Be careful with this one” said Dina, bending down to greet the cat. “All cats are half jinn, but I think she’s three quarters.

Very nice lady served us drinks in hotel and was followed in by a cat. We all crooned at it. Alan [Rickman] to cat (very low and meaning it): ‘Fuck off.’ The nice lady didn’t...

It is better to scare off a mouse than welcome a badger

Everything I tell her reminds her of some cute anecdote about one of her previous jobs, or previous boyfriends, or previous lives, or her cat, Sparkles, who is mitten-toed and sleeps on her head and...

I’ve got a Siamese cat. It has 2 heads and 18 lives.

cats choose us; we don’t own them

Dogs own space and cats own time.

A happy arrangement: many people prefer cats to other people, and many cats prefer people to other cats.

Fucking nightmares.My heart starts to slow down. Glancing down at the floor, I see Tybalt, who is glaring at me with a puffed-up tail. I wonder if he had been sleeping on my chest and...

The problem with cats is that they get the same exact look whether they see a moth or an ax-murderer.

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.

Bustopher Jones is not skin and bones — In fact, he’s remarkably fat.He doesn’t haunt pubs — he has eight or nine clubs,For he’s the St. James’s Street Cat!He’s the Cat we all greet as...