The trouble with sharing one's bed with cats is that they'd rather sleep on you than beside you.
My cat does this thing where he's so happy to see me that he repeatedly smashes his face into my face and purrs like a literal pig.
Cats don't caress us-they caress themselves on us.
Once I was gone for a month and I was just miserable, so I flew back from Florida for two hours just to be home and see my cats.
My cat, Kevin, has adorable habits - he waits for me while I'm showering because he loves to have his face washed when I'm done. And he also knows I keep treats for him beside the bed; he loves his treat at night before he goes to sleep - you know, like all men!
Once [a cat] has given its love, what absolute confidence, what fidelity of affection!
Time spent with cats is never wasted.
She was my first cat ever, and I thought she was marvelous.
I love cats. I've had cats as pets.
I've always been mad about cats.
You are my cat, and I am your human.
I have felt cats rubbing their faces against mine and touching my cheek with claws carefully sheathed. These things, to me, are expressions of love.
There's kind of a toll you have to pay with a cat; if you don't pet her for 10 minutes she'll bother you for six hours.
What's not to love about a crazy cat lady? You have to be very giving to be a crazy cat lady.
I'm a cat person. I have two giant cats [Harry and Arturo] that I call the small panthers. They're like 17 pounds each-they're big boys! Every photo on my phone is of them doing something funny.
I'm like a crazy cat lady.
All cats love a cushioned couch.
Cats can be very funny, and have the oddest ways of showing they're glad to see you.
My mum loves cats so I took her to see the lion cubs which at about a year old are actually quite big. She wasn't scared at all and went straight over and kissed one on the mouth! She thought they were just like her pets at home.
My quest these days is to find my long lost inner child, but I'm afraid if I do, I'll end up with food in my hair and way too in love with the cats.
Every life has a love story, even though the beloved may be imaginary, or a cat.
When a man loves cats, I am his friend and comrade, without further introduction.
After all, a woman who doesn't love cats is never going to be make a man happy.
There are three basic personality factors in cats: The kind who run up when you say hello and rub against you in cheap romance; the kind who run away certain that you mean to ravish them; and the kind who just look back and don't move a muscle. I love all three kinds.
When you're special to a cat, you're special indeed, she brings to you the gift of her preference of you, the sight of you, the sound of your voice, the touch of your hand.
