Beverley Nichols Quotes

A garden without cats, it will be generally agreed, can scarcely deserve to be called a garden at all.

Before a cat will condescend to treat you as a trusted friend, some little token of esteem is needed, like a dish of cream.

The cat jumps up on the bed and tries to get onto my head. It's his way of telling whether or not i'm dead. If i'm not, he wants to be scratched; if i am - he'll think of something

I found him in a Dumpster one day when he was a kitten and he promptly adopted me. Despite my struggles, Mister had been an understanding soul, and I eventually came to realize that I was a part of his little family, and by his gracious consent was allowed to remain in his apartment. Cats. Go figure.

A harmless necessary cat.

I've found that the way a person feels about cats-and the way they feel about him or her in return-is usually an excellent gauge by which to measure a person's character

Our garden was debated territory between five local cats, and we'd heard that the best way to keep other cats out of the garden was to have one yourself. A moment's rational thought here will spot the slight flaw in this reasoning.

I have just been given a very engaging Persian kitten... and his opinion is that I have been given to him.

I never thought of myself as explaining cats in general. I simply viewed the cats I have known as characters in my life, often as quirky and complex as the humans with whom I have spent time.

My cat did that the other day when he came in from the garden.

If by chance I seated myself to write, she very slyly, very tenderly, seeking protection and caresses, would softly take her place on my knee and follow the comings and goings of my pen - sometimes effacing, with an unintentional stroke of her paw, lines of whose tenor she disapproved.

What a luxury a cat is, the moments of shocking and startling pleasure in a day, the feel of the beast, the soft sleekness under your palm, the warmth when you wake on a cold night, the grace and charm even in a quite ordinary workaday puss. Cat walks across your room, and in that lonely stalk you see leopard or even panther, or it turns its head to acknowledge you and the yellow blaze of those eyes tells you what an exotic visitor you have here, in this household friend, the cat who purrs as you stroke, or rub his chin, or scratch his head.

If you've got a cat and a leg, you've got a happy cat. If you've got a cat and two legs, you've got a party.

I have lived with several Zen masters -- all of them cats.

He [the cat] wound himself around her legs, purring the purr of ardent desire like a kettle coming to a boil and then bubbling very fast.

For, though the room was silent, the silence of half a hundred cats is a peculiar thing, like fifty individual silences all piled one on top of another.

The trouble with sharing one's bed with cats is that they'd rather sleep on you than beside you.

cats choose us; we don't own them

If cats looked like frogs we'd realize what nasty, cruel little bastards they are. Style. That's what people remember.

If I could read any person's mind, it would be my cat's.

When addressed, a Gentleman Cat does not move a muscle. He looks as if he hasn't heard.

Cats don't caress us-they caress themselves on us.

Cats, I always think, only jump into your lap to check if you are cold enough, yet, to eat.

When there was room on the ledge outside of the pots and boxes for a cat, the cat was there- in sunny weather- stretched at full length, asleep and blissful, with her furry belly to the sun and a paw curved over her nose.

When a Cat adopts you, and I am not superstitious at all I don't mean only Black cats there is nothing to be done about it except to put up with it and wait until the wind changes.