When I play with my cat, who knows whether I do not make her more sport than she makes me?
I want to create a cat like the real cats I see crossing the streets, not like those you see in houses. They have nothing in common. The cat of the streets has bristling fur. It runs like a fiend, and if it looks at you, you think it is going to jump in your face.
One reason why my memory decays is that I have three cats, all so loving and insistent that they play cat's-cradle with every train of thought. They drove me distracted while I was having influenza, gazing at me with large eyes and saying: O Sylvia, you are so ill, you'll soon be dead. And who will feed us then? Feed us now!
We should be careful to get out of an experience only the wisdom that is in it and stop there lest we be like the cat that sits down on a hot stove lid. She will never sit down on a hot stove lid again and that is well but also she will never sit down on a cold one anymore.
Ignorance killed the cat; curiosity was framed!
My house is run, essentially, by an adopted, fully clawed cat with a mean nature.
I'm not the kind of cat that's going to cut off an ear if I can't do something.
Watching a baby being born is a little like watching a wet St. Bernard coming in through the cat door.
I've always been mad about cats.
What do I care about the purring of one who cannot love, like the cat?
Did St. Francis preach to the birds? Whatever for? If he really liked birds he would have done better to preach to the cats.
A person that started in to carry a cat home by the tail was gitting knowledge that was always going to be useful to him, and warn't ever going to grow dim or doubtful.
If you are allergic to a thing, it is best not to put that thing in your mouth, particularly if the thing is cats.
I sometimes longed for someone who, like me, had not adjusted perfectly with his age, and such a person was hard to find; but I soon discovered cats, in which I could imagine a condition like mine, and books, where I found it quite often.
If you hold a cat by the tail you learn things you cannot learn any other way.
If toast always lands butter-side down, and cats always land on their feet, what happens if you strap toast on the back of a cat and drop it?
I would like to see anyone, prophet, king or God, convince a thousand cats to do the same thing at the same time.
Unlike us, cats never outgrow their delight in cat capacities, nor do they settle finally for limitations. Cats, I think, live out their lives fulfilling their expectations.
Two things are aesthetically perfect in the world - the clock and the cat.
I enjoy many silent moments with my cat, a conversation always resumed exactly where left off.
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.
Drowsing, they take the noble attitude of a great sphinx, who, in a desert land, sleeps always, dreaming dreams that have no end.
I heard a wise saying once that has helped me: "Negative feelings are like stray cats. The more you feed them, the more they hang around.
She comes to me when she wants to be fed. And after I feed her -- guess what -- she's off to wherever she wants to be in the house, until the next time she gets hungry. She's smart enough to know she can't feed herself. She's actually a very smart cat. She gets loved. She gets adoration. She gets petted. She gets fed. And she doesn't have to do anything for it, which is why I say this cat's taught me more about women, than anything my whole life.
If you call a cat, he may not come. Which doesn't happen with dogs. They're different types of animals. Cats are very sexy I think too in the way they move.
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