T. S. Eliot Quotes

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

It is in the nature of cats to do a certain amount of unescorted roaming.

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.

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.

The way to keep a cat is to try to chase it away.

I grew up with such an affinity to cats. I adore the way that they think and operate.

Most cats do not approach humans recklessly. The possibility of concealed weapons, clods or sticks, tend to make them reserved. Homeless cats in particular-with some justification, unfortunately-consider humans their natural enemies. Much ceremony must be observed, and a number of diplomatic feelers put out, before establishing a state of truce.

The cat is the only non-gregarious domestic animal. It is retained by its extra-ordinary adhesion to the comforts of the house in which it is reared.

No animal is a better judge of comfort than a cat.

When a cat flatters ... he is not insincere: you may safely take it for real kindness.

I'm a cat, and you have to earn my trust.

One cat just leads to another.

A cat likes to hear you calling him. He sits in a bush a yard from your shoes - and listens.

A cat cares for you only as a source of food, security and a place in the sun.

The more you rub a cat on the rump, the higher she sets her tail.

It doesn't do to be sentimental about cats; the best ones don't respect you for it

I think we all connect with dogs the most because they're pack animals. I know that cats are a little bit too aloof for me, although I wouldn't totally object to bringing one into our pack if I could find the right match that would get along with my dogs.

The cat is a wild animal that inhabits the homes of humans.

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.

Dogs want only love but cats demand worship.

Cats are the lap-dancers of the animal world. Soon as you stop shelling out, they move on, find another lap. They're furry little sociopaths. Pretty and slick -- in love with themselves. When's the last time you saw a seeing-eye cat?

The banker rubs his nose, thinking of his cat stalking something on the lawn.

The cat: an animal that's so unpredictable, you can never tell in advance how it will ignore you the next time.

And there are my cats, engaged in a ritual that goes back thousands of years, tranquilly licking themselves after the meal. Practical animals, they prefer to have others provide the food ... some of them do. There must have been a split between the cats who accepted domestication and those who did not.

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.