Boot-faced cats aren't born but made, often because they've tried to outstare or occasionally rape a speeding car and have been repaired by a vet who just pulled all the bits together and stuck the stitches in where there was room. (UC)
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Cats have a way of always having been there even if they've only just arrived. They move in their own personal time. They act as if the human world is one they just happened to have stopped off in, on their way to somewhere that is possibly a whole lot more interesting. (UC)
A Real cat's aim is to get through life peacefully, with as little interference from human beings as possible. Very much like real humans, in fact. (UC)
Real cats are not simply self-possessed. Nor as they simply neurotic. They are both, at the same time, just like real people. (UC)
Almost every non-pedigree un-neutered tom is not only Real, but as it hangs around the house it gets Realer and Realer until one of you is left in absolutely no doubt as to its Realness. (UC)
What good was a cat with a conscience? A cat with a conscience was a…a hamster. (AM)
Trying to give a cat orders? It was easier to nail jelly to a wall. (AM)
Cats didn’t have to think. They just had to know what they wanted. Humans had to do the thinking. That’s what they were for. (AM)
... one of the symptoms of those going completely yoyo was that they broke out in chronic cats. Usually cats who’d mastered every detail of feline existence except the whereabouts of the dirt box. (H)
Dogs are not like cats, who amusingly tolerate humans only until someone comes up with a tin opener that can be operated with a paw. (MA)
'I’m a cat person, myself,’ she said, vaguely.
A low-level voice said: ‘Yeah? Yeah? Wash in your own spit, do you?’ (MP) ‘Cats are sacred,’ said Dios, shocked at the words Teppic uttered.
‘Long-legged cats with silver fur and disdainful expressions are, maybe,’ said Teppic nursing his hand, ‘I don’t know about this sort. I’m sure sacred cats don’t leave dead ibises under the bed. And I’m certain that sacred cats that live surrounded by endless sand don’t come indoors and do it in the king’s sandals, Dios.' (P) 'I meant,’ said Iplsore bitterly, ‘what is there in this world that makes living worthwhile?’
Death thought about it. ‘CATS,’ he said eventually, ‘CATS ARE NICE. (S) Greebo’s grin gradually faded, until there was nothing left but the cat. This was nearly as spooky as the opposite way
around. (WS) Greebo was one of her blind spots. While intellectually she would concede that he was indeed a fat, cunning, evil-smelling multiple rapist, she nevertheless instinctively pictured him as the small fluffy kitten he had been decades before. The fact that he had once chased a female wolf up a tree and seriously surprised a she-bear who had been innocently digging for roots didn’t stop her worrying that something bad might happen to him. (WS)
He felt instinctively that if you were going to fondle a cat while discussing matters of intrigue then it should be a
long-haired white one. It shouldn’t be an elderly street tom with irregular bouts of flatulence. (NW) |
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