Quotes
Quotes about Cats
When all candles bee out, all cats be gray.
It had need to bee
A wylie mouse that should breed in the cats eare.
I know Sir John will go, though he was sure it would rain cats and dogs.
In the night all cats are gray.
Cats took many thousands of years to domesticate humans.
Cats took many thousands of years to domesticate humans.
Confound the cats! All cats--alway-- Cats of all colours, black, white, grey; By night a nuisance and by day-- Confound the cats!
His friends he loved. His direst earthly foes-- Cats--I believe he did but feign to hate. My hand will miss the insinuated nose, Mine eyes the tail that wagged contempt at Fate.
Cats are designated friends.
If cats could talk, they wouldn't.
Cats seem to go on the principle that it never does any harm to ask for what they want.
There are two means of refuge from the misery of lifeâmusic and cats.
Cats know how to obtain food without labor, shelter without confinement, and love without penalties.
When all candles be out, all cats be gray.
Cats are absolute individuals, with their own ideas about everything, including the people they own.
Cats are the ultimate narcissists. You can tell this because of all the time they spend on personal grooming. Dogs aren't like this. A dog's idea of personal grooming is to roll in a dead fish.
Cats sleep Anywhere, Any table, Any chair, Top of piano, Window-ledge, In the middle, On the edge.
Do our cats name us? My former husband swore that Humphrey and Dolly and Bean Blossom called me The Big Hamburger.
What sort of philosophers are we, who know absolutely nothing about the origin and destiny of cats?
The trouble with cats is that they've got no tact.
It is with the approach of winter that cats... wear their richest fur and assume an air of sumptuous and delightful opulence.
Are cats lazy? Well, more power to them if they are. Which one of us has not entertained the dream of doing just as he likes, when and how he likes, and as much as he likes?
In ancient times cats were worshipped as gods, they have never forgotten this.
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 never heard a passion so confused, So strange, outrageous, and so variable As the dog Jew did utter in the streets: 'My daughter! O my ducats! O my daughter! Fled with a Christian! O my Christian ducats!'
