Guilt isn't in cat vocabulary. They never suffer remorse for eating too much, sleeping too long or hogging the warmest cushion in the house. They welcome every pleasurable moment as it unravels and savour it to the full until a butterfly or falling leaf diverts their attention. They don't waste energy counting the number of calories they've consumed or the hours they've frittered away sunbathing. Cats don't beat themselves up about not working hard enough. They don't get up and go, they sit down and stay. For them, lethargy is an art form. From their vantage points on top of fences and window ledges, they see the treadmills of human obligations for what they are - a meaningless waste of nap time. Helen Brown
What greater gift than the love of a cat.
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Charles Dickens
After all, a woman who doesn't love cats is never going to be make a man happy.
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Orhan Pamuk
If cats looked like frogs we'd realize what nasty, cruel little bastards they are. Style. That's what people remember.
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Terry Pratchett
I meant, " said Ipslore bitterly, "what is there in this world that truly makes living worthwhile?" Death thought about it. C A T S, he said eventually. CATS ARE NICE.
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Terry Pratchett
Now you people have names. That's because you don't know who you are. We know who we are, so we don't need names.
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Neil Gaiman
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Guilt isn't in cat vocabulary. They never suffer remorse for eating too much, sleeping too long or hogging the warmest cushion in the house. They welcome every pleasurable moment as it unravels and savour it to the full until a butterfly or falling leaf diverts...
A cat chooses its owner, not the other way around.
