If cats could talk, they wouldn't.
Cats choose us; we don't own them.
One cat just leads to another.
Cats are connoisseurs of comfort.
A cat's got her own opinion of human beings. She don't say much, but you can tell enough to make you anxious not to hear the whole of it.
Cats are like music; it's foolish to try to explain their worth to those who don't appreciate them.
Cats have a scam going – you buy the food, they eat the food, they go away; that's the deal.
Cats are intended to teach us that not everything in nature has a purpose.
There are two means of refuge from the miseries of life: music and cats.
Way down deep, we're all motivated by the same urges. Cats have the courage to live by them.
Cats are a mysterious kind of folk. There is more passing in their minds than we are aware of.
Cats have it all: admiration, an endless sleep, and company only when they want it.
In ancient times cats were worshipped as gods; they have not forgotten this.
As every cat owner knows, nobody owns a cat.
There are few things in life more heartwarming than to be welcomed by a cat.
Time spent with cats is never wasted.
A cat has absolute emotional honesty: human beings, for one reason or another, may hide their feelings, but a cat does not.
I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.
The smallest feline is a masterpiece.