A black cat crossed my path, and I stopped to dance around it widdershins and to sing the rhyme,
Sleep is like a cat: It only comes to you if you ignore it. I drank more and continued my mantra. 'Stop thinking', swig, 'empty your head', swig, 'now, seriously empty your head'.
Cats have a scam going - you buy the food, they eat the food, they go away that's the deal.
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...
Even a heart of a kitten is reliable, if you know how to rely on
Backpackers can pack much more meows than baggers. Beggars never feed stray cats as street cats are self-sustaining.
There is no 'cat language.' Painful as it is for us to admit, they don't need one!
It is impossible for a lover of cats to banish these alert, gentle, and discriminating friends, who give us just enough of their regard and complaisance to make us hunger for more.
Somewhere in the ruins above them, the cats are howling.
There are no ordinary cats.
Authors like cats because they are such quiet, lovable, wise creatures, and cats like authors for the same reasons.
