A kitten is the delight of a household. All day long a comedy is played out by an incomparable actor.

When I grow up I mean to beA Lion large and fierce to see.I’ll mew so loud that Cook in fright Will give me all the cream in sight.And anyone who dares to say’Poor Puss’...

Captain! You can’t hold them off! I tried! I swear! They’ve been artificially enhanced, sir! But all the humans died out – there’s bones out there by the millions! They were all suffocated by cuteness!...

There’s no such thing as free kittens.

The only thing a cat worries about is what’s happening right now. As we tell the kittens, you can only wash one paw at a time.

The kitten was six weeks old. It was enchanting, a delicate fairy-tale cat, whose Siamese genes showed in the shape of the face, ears, tail, and the subtle lines of its body. […] She sat,...

His master plan to get them all out the door early met its first check of the day when he opened his closet door to discover that Zap the Cat, having penetrated the security of...

I need to take an exfoliating bath. Prepare the kittens’ tongues.

A kitten is, in the animal world, what a rosebud is in the garden.

The man walked past me and stopped, observing the blood running down my neck.”Your injury. Let us tend to it.” He looked out through the open doorway and silently gestured to someone out there. “Our...

The coldest depth of Hell is reserved for people who abandon kittens.

Opinions are like kittens,” he commented. “People are always giving them away.

Japanese goldfish,With your gossamer tail,You are the loveliest creatureI have ever seen.””Japanese kitten,Put your tongue back in where it belongsAnd go away.I know exactly what you are thinking.

Purr more, hiss less

for those memories are nowjust like these little kittensI hold in my handsthose can be kissedand treasuredbut not held too tightly.

They all seemed hungry, happy, and healthy enough in their buzzing—oh the days were hot, and the noise of bees filled the air that was dusty with pollen and sun haze, and there were tiny...

Poems are soft kitten furs. smoothing out the rough edges of my world.

I wanted to find a nice quiet spot, go to sleep, and dream about kittens.

I hope people don’t take kittens on a whim, like they would a toy, then not care for them.

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.

Plans make dreams reality.

At evening when the lamp is lit,The tired Human People sitAnd doze, or turn with solemn looksThe speckled pages of their books.Then I, the Dangerous Kitten, prowlAnd in the Shadows softly growl,And roam about the...

May 4, 1985. I am packing for a short trip to New York to discuss the cat book with Brion. In the front room where the kittens are kept, Calico Jane is nursing one black...