I'm a cat whisperer. When I go to people's houses, their cats always like me better than the owners.
I have two kids in diapers and a cat whose litter box I clean out. I deal with an awful lot of crap.
I like to walk around Manhattan, catching glimpses of its wild life, the pigeons and cats and girls.
We [journalists] tell the public which way the cat is jumping. The public will take care of the cat.
Dangling punch lines to forgotten stories remain in the language like the smile of the Cheshire cat.
Cats know how to obtain food without labor, shelter without confinement, and love without penalties.
How do you summon up courage to dismiss a cat who is paying you a compliment of sitting on your lap?
Even overweight cats instinctively know the cardinal rule: when fat, arrange yourself in slim poses.
...you never possess a cat; you are allowed to be in a cat's life, which, of course, is a privilege.
I was honored today with having a few stones, dirt, rotten eggs, and pieces of dead cat thrown at me