Cats are connoisseurs of comfort.
I have felt cats rubbing their faces against mine and touching my cheek with claws carefully sheathed. These things, to me, are expressions of love.
Women and cats will do as they please, and men and dogs should relax and get used to the idea.
Many cats are the death of the mouse.
We can certainly go further than cats, but why should it be that our brains are somehow so suited to the universe that our brains will be able to understand the deepest workings?
We've gotten involved in cat rescue - we take them in and find homes for them. I've always loved cats. I saw how homeless cats were living out there. We take them in, put out flyers.
I love cats. I have a lot of cat tales, ha ha, so to speak. A lot of my cats come to me. They show up at my house. I'm kind of a cat lady that way.
Scalded cats fear even cold water.
Time spent with cats is never wasted.
I lie around the floor with my cats Billy and Jazz or watch DVDs with my best friends.
A countryman between two lawyers is like a fish between two cats.
I don't think Wisconsin should become known as a state where we shoot cats.
Some people are uncomfortable with the idea that humans belong to the same class of animals as cats and cows and raccoons. They're like the people who become successful and then don't want to be reminded of the old neighborhood.
Way down deep, we're all motivated by the same urges. Cats have the courage to live by them.
But cats to me are strange, so strange I cannot sleep if one is near.