The cat's asleep; I whisper "kitten"Till he stirs a little and begins to purr-- He doesn't wake. Today out on the limb( The limb he thinks he can't climb down from) He mewed until I heard him in the house. I climbed up to get him down: he mewed. What he says and what he sees are limited. My own response is even more constricted. I think, "It's lucky; what you have is too." What do you have except--well, me? I joke about it but it's not a joke; The house and I are all he remembers. Next month how will he guess that it is winter And not just entropy, the universe Plunging at last into its cold decline? I cannot think of him without a pang. Poor rumpled thing, why don't you see That you have no more, really, than a man? Men aren't happy; why are you? . Randall Jarrell
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
More Quotes By Randall Jarrell
I see at last that all the knowledge I wrung from the darkness–that the darkness flung me– Is worthless as ignorance: nothing comes from nothing, The darkness from the darkness. Pain comes from the darkness And we call it wisdom. It is pain.
A poet is a man who manages, in a lifetime of standing out in thunderstorms, to be struck by lightning five or six times.
From my mother's sleep I fell into the State, And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze. Six miles from earth, loosed from the dream of life, I woke to black flak and the nightmare fighters. When I died they washed me...
It's ugly, but is it art?
When I was young and miserable and pretty And poor, I'd wish What all girls wish: to have a husband, A house and children. Now that I'm old, my wish Is womanish: That the boy putting groceries in my car See me.
