Sean Hayes Quotes

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

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

The phrase 'domestic cat' is an oxymoron.

The vanity of man revolts from the serene indifference of the cat.

Cats are a mysterious kind of folk.

I just don't get cats. To me, they're a waste of fur.

Cats didn't start as mousers. Weasels and snakes and dogs are more efficient as rodent-control agents. I postulate that cats started as psychic companions, as Familiars, and have never deviated from this function.

My cat is not insane, she's just a really good actress.

Whatever, crazy chick who maybe lives here and maybe also breaks into Michael's house when they're all gone. I'm out. Have a nice delusion. -Shayne

Cats invented self-esteem; there is not an insecure bone in their body.

It is easy to understand why the cat has eclipsed the dog as modern America's favorite pet. People like pets to possess the same qualities they do. Cats are irresponsible and recognize no authority, yet are completely dependent on others for their material needs. Cats cannot be made to do anything useful. Cats are mean for the fun of it. In fact, cats possess so many of the same qualities as people that it is often hard to tell the people and the cats apart.

Different cats don't like certain litter. They also don't like an unstable floor, no animal like's unstable floor. So if you put a thin piece of plastic down under a litter box and the cat walks on it and starts to slip, they don't like that. Any animal doesn't like an unstable floor.

You can keep a dog: but it is the cat who keeps people, because cats find humans useful domestic animals.

Sunday, January 27, 1884. -- There was another story in the paper a week or so since. A gentleman had a favourite cat whom he taught to sit at the dinner table where it behaved very well. He was in the habit of putting any scraps he left onto the cat's plate. One day puss did not take his place punctually, but presently appeared with two mice, one of which it placed on its master's plate, the other on its own.

Cats can work out mathematically the exact place to sit that will cause most inconvenience.

Cats yawn because they realize that there's nothing to do.

As to sagacity, I should say that his judgement respecting the warmest place and the softest cushion in a room is infallible, his punctuality at meal times is admirable, and his pertinacity in jumping on people's shoulders till they give him some of the best of what is going, indicates great firmness.

I would like to see anyone, prophet, king or God, convince a thousand cats to do the same thing at the same time.

If you shamefully misuse a cat once she will always maintain a dignified reserve toward you afterward. You will never get her full confidence again.

I do not know what the cat can have eaten. Usually I know exactly what the cat has eaten. Not only have I fed it to the cat, at the cat's insistence, but the cat has thrown it up on the rug, and someone has tracked it all over onto the other rug. I do not know why cats are such habitual vomiters. They do not seem to enjoy it, judging by the sounds they make while they are doing it. It's their nature. A dog is going to bark. A cat is going to vomit.

If a cat sits on a hot stove once, it will never sit on a cold one either.

A cat will blink when struck with a hammer.

The Cat on your hearthstone to this day presages, By solemnly sneezing, the coming of rain!

A well-trained cat doesn't exist because a cat remains a cat.

You cannot expect everything even from the friendliest cat. It is still a cat.