Do our cats name us? My former husband swore that Humphrey and Dolly and Bean Blossom called me The Big read more

Do our cats name us? My former husband swore that Humphrey and Dolly and Bean Blossom called me The Big Hamburger.

His friends he loved. His direst earthly foes--
Cats--I believe he did but feign to hate.
My read more

His friends he loved. His direst earthly foes--
Cats--I believe he did but feign to hate.
My hand will miss the insinuated nose,
Mine eyes the tail that wagged contempt at Fate.

A man has to work so hard so that something of his personality stays alive. A tomcat has it so read more

A man has to work so hard so that something of his personality stays alive. A tomcat has it so easy, he has only to spray and his presence is there for years on rainy days.

Who can believe that there is no soul behind those luminous eyes!

Who can believe that there is no soul behind those luminous eyes!

Cats are the ultimate narcissists. You can tell this because of all the time they spend on personal grooming. Dogs read more

Cats are the ultimate narcissists. You can tell this because of all the time they spend on personal grooming. Dogs aren't like this. A dog's idea of personal grooming is to roll in a dead fish.

It is with the approach of winter that cats... wear their richest fur and assume an air of sumptuous and read more

It is with the approach of winter that cats... wear their richest fur and assume an air of sumptuous and delightful opulence.

Mrs. Crupp had indignantly assured him that there wasn't room to
swing a cat there; but as Mr. Dick read more

Mrs. Crupp had indignantly assured him that there wasn't room to
swing a cat there; but as Mr. Dick justly observed to me, sitting
down on the foot of the bed, nursing his leg, "You know,
Trotwood, I don't want to swing a cat. I never do swing a cat.
Therefore what does that signify to me?"

I have felt cats rubbing their faces against mine and touching my cheek with claws carefully sheathed. These things, to read more

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.

Are cats lazy? Well, more power to them if they are. Which one of us has not entertained the dream read more

Are cats lazy? Well, more power to them if they are. Which one of us has not entertained the dream of doing just as he likes, when and how he likes, and as much as he likes?