A fish tank is just interactive television for cats.
. . . But nature does not say that cats are more valuable than mice; nature makes no remark on the subject. She does not even say that the cat is enviable or the mouse pitiable. We think the cat superior because we have (or most of us have) a particular philosophy to the effect that life is better than death. But if the mouse were a German pessimist mouse, he might not think that the cat had beaten him at all. He might think he had beaten the cat by getting to the grave first.
David's mother would often tell him stories were alive. They weren't alive in the way people were alive,or even dogs or cats. People were alive whether you chose to notice them or not, while dogs tended to make you notice them if they decided that you weren't paying enough attention. Cats, meanwhile, were very good at pretending people didn't exist at all when it suited them.
When my cats aren't happy, I'm not happy. Not because I care about their mood but because I know they're just sitting there thinking up ways to get even.
Cats know everything there is to know about meditation.
You always ought to have tom cats arranged, you know - it makes 'em more companionable.
A countryman between two lawyers is like a fish between two cats.
There are no ordinary cats.
What is easily the most dangerous spot cats choose for sleeping? Beneath our feet-sprawled out in hallways or in doorways, tails predictably extended just to be stepped on.
It is not worth while to go round the world to count the cats in Zanzibar.
Some cats, Iggy Pop, they're going to always have that hunger.
Who would come for her?" he snarled, rallying. Behind me, a voice shouted, "Tybalt, King of Cats. My claim precedes yours.
The only purpose of cats is that they constitute mobile decorative objects.
King old ladies assure us that cats are often the best judges of character. A cat will always to to a good man, they say.
In the night all cats are gray.
We must begin to understand the nature of intertextuality. . . the manner by which texts poems and novels respond to other texts. After all, all cats may be black at night, but not to other cats.
Cats are more interesting, let's face it. Dogs are loveable and a bit boring.
I love cats. I've had cats as pets.
The sky lay over the city like a map showing the strata of things and the big full moon toppled over in a furrow like the abandoned wheel of a gun carriage on a sunset field of battle and the shadows walked like cats and I looked into the white and ghostly interior of things and thought of you and I looked on their structural outsides and thought of you and was lonesome.
Are cats strange animals or do they so resemble us that we find them curious as we do monkeys?