Cats Quotes

Women and cats will do as they please, and men and dogs should relax and get used to the idea.

If cats looked like frogs we'd realize what nasty, cruel little bastards they are. Style. That's what people remember.

There are two means of refuge from the misery of life — music and cats.

What's your name,' Coraline asked the cat. 'Look, I'm Coraline. Okay?'
'Cats don't have names,' it said.
'No?' said Coraline.
'No,' said the cat. 'Now you people have names. That's because you don't know who you are. We know who we are, so we don't need names.

I am fond of pigs. Dogs look up to us. Cats look down on us. Pigs treat us as equals.

Cats are connoisseurs of comfort.

One day I was counting the cats and I absent-mindedly counted myself.

What greater gift than the love of a cat.

Cats are intended to teach us that not everything in nature has a purpose.

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.

A cat has absolute emotional honesty: human beings, for one reason or another, may hide their feelings, but a cat does not.

I would like to see anyone, prophet, king or God, convince a thousand cats to do the same thing at the same time.

We...we could be friends.'
We COULD be rare specimens of an exotic breed of dancing African elephants, but we're not. At least, I'M not.

Curiosity killed the cat, Fesgao remarked, his dark eyes unreadable.
Aly rolled her eyes. Why did everyone say that to her? People always forget the rest of the saying, she complained. ‘And satisfaction brought it back.

You cannot live with a paw in each world.

Anyone who believes what a cat tells him deserves all he gets.

Never try to outstubborn a cat.

Name the different kinds of people,’ said Miss Lupescu. ‘Now.’
Bod thought for a moment. ‘The living,’ he said. ‘Er. The dead.’ He stopped. Then, ‘... Cats?’ he offered, uncertainly.

Man is the Reasoning Animal. Such is the claim. I think it is open to dispute. Indeed, my experiments have proven to me that he is the Unreasoning Animal... In truth, man is incurably foolish. Simple things which other animals easily learn, he is incapable of learning. Among my experiments was this. In an hour I taught a cat and a dog to be friends. I put them in a cage. In another hour I taught them to be friends with a rabbit. In the course of two days I was able to add a fox, a goose, a squirrel and some doves. Finally a monkey. They lived together in peace; even affectionately.
Next, in another cage I confined an Irish Catholic from Tipperary, and as soon as he seemed tame I added a Scotch Presbyterian from Aberdeen. Next a Turk from Constantinople; a Greek Christian from Crete; an Armenian; a Methodist from the wilds of Arkansas; a Buddhist from China; a Brahman from Benares. Finally, a Salvation Army Colonel from Wapping. Then I stayed away for two whole days. When I came back to note results, the cage of Higher Animals was all right, but in the other there was but a chaos of gory odds and ends of turbans and fezzes and plaids and bones and flesh--not a specimen left alive. These Reasoning Animals had disagreed on a theological detail and carried the matter to a Higher Court.

Time spent with a cat is never wasted.

I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul.

I have lived with several Zen masters -- all of them cats.

And how do you know that you're mad? "To begin with," said the Cat, "a dog's not mad. You grant that?" I suppose so, said Alice. "Well then," the Cat went on, "you see a dog growls when it's angry, and wags it's tail when it's pleased. Now I growl when I'm pleased, and wag my tail when I'm angry. Therefore I'm mad.

You fuck - you ate my cat!

It is good to be a cynic — it is better to be a contented cat — and it is best not to exist at all.

Four will Become Two, Lion and Tiger will Meet in Battle, and Blood will Rule the Forest.

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. And just as inferior people prefer the inferior animal which scampers excitedly because someone else wants something, so do superior people respect the superior animal which lives its own life and knows that the puerile stick-throwings of alien bipeds are none of its business and beneath its notice. The dog barks and begs and tumbles to amuse you when you crack the whip. That pleases a meekness-loving peasant who relishes a stimulus to his self importance. The cat, on the other hand, charms you into playing for its benefit when it wishes to be amused; making you rush about the room with a paper on a string when it feels like exercise, but refusing all your attempts to make it play when it is not in the humour. That is personality and individuality and self-respect -- the calm mastery of a being whose life is its own and not yours -- and the superior person recognises and appreciates this because he too is a free soul whose position is assured, and whose only law is his own heritage and aesthetic sense.

A person that started in to carry a cat home by the tail was getting knowledge that was always going to be useful to him, and warn't ever going to grow dim or doubtful.

I am what I am. I would tell you what you want to know if I could, for you have been kind to me. But I am a cat, and no cat anywhere ever gave anyone a straight answer.

Yearning for love made her feel like a cat that was always twining around ankles, meowing
Pet me, pet me, look at me, love me.

Authors like cats because they are such quiet, lovable, wise creatures, and cats like authors for the same reasons.

You know a real friend?
Someone you know will look after your cat after you are gone.

Fire will save the Clan

Me-EHH-UF-ow

There are no ordinary cats.

Cats will amusingly tolerate humans only until someone comes up with a tin opener that can be operated with a paw.

Is that vodka?" Margarita asked weakly.
The cat jumped up in his seat with indignation.
"I beg pardon, my queen," he rasped, "Would I ever allow myself to offer vodka to a lady? This is pure alcohol!

I have studied many philosophers and many cats. The wisdom of cats is infinitely superior.

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

I am the Cat who walks by himself, and all places are alike to me.

I am the Cat who walks by himself, and all places are alike to me.

I love them, they are so nice and selfish. Dogs are TOO good and unselfish. They make me feel uncomfortable. But cats are gloriously human.

Holding this soft, small living creature in my lap this way, though, and seeing how it slept with complete trust in me, I felt a warm rush in my chest. I put my hand on the cat's chest and felt his heart beating. The pulse was faint and fast, but his heart, like mine, was ticking off the time allotted to his small body with all the restless earnestness of my own.

when I am feeling
low
all i have to do is
watch my cats
and my
courage
returns

Jaypaw narrowed his eyes. "I'm not as blind as you think.

I hate cats."
Death's face became a little stiffer, if that were possible. The blue glow in his eye sockets flickered red for an instant.
"I SEE," he said. The tone suggested that death was too good for cat haters.

That's the great secret of creativity. You treat ideas like cats: you make them follow you.

I've found that the 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

My cat is not insane, she's just a really good actress.

After all, a woman who doesn't love cats is never going to be make a man happy.