#cats

A cat knows how to be comfortable, how to get the people around it to serve it. In a tranquil domestic situation, the cat is a veritable manipulative genius. It seeks the soft, it seeks the warm, it prefers the quiet and it loves to be full. It displays, when it gets its own way in these matters, a degree of contentment we would all like to emulate. ↗

— Roger A. Caras

#contentment #love

Dewey sent him, I thought, when I saw those eyes. ↗

— Vicki Myron

#dewey #true-love #inspirational

Cats will amusingly tolerate humans only until someone comes up with a tin opener that can be operated with a paw. ↗

— Terry Pratchett

#men

Rousseau pounced. Men who dislike cats were tyrannical: "They do not like cats because the cat is free and will never consent to become a slave. ↗

— Robert Zaretsky

#jeanjacquesrousseau #men

Cats, like men, are flatterers. ↗

— Walter Savage Landor

#flattery #men #men

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

#men

My name is Two Dogs Wink While Chewing. It’s not an Indian name, nor one that reflects my cat-loving nature. 
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— Jarod Kintz

#dogs #love

The nature of the universe probably depends heavily on who is the actual protagonist. Lately I've been suspecting it's one of my cats. ↗

— Wil McCarthy

#nature-of-things #point-of-view #protagonists #universe #nature

To a Vase "How do I break thee? Let me count the ways. I break thee if thou art at any height My paw can reach, when, smarting from some slight, I sulk, or have one of my crazy days. I break thee with an accidental graze Or twitch of tail, if I should take a fright. I break thee out of pure and simple spite The way I broke the jar of mayonnaise. I break thee if a bug upon thee sits. I break thee if I'm in a playful mood, And then I wrestle with the shiny bits. I break thee if I do not like my food. And if someone they shards together fits, I'll break thee once again when thou art glued. ↗

— Henry N. Beard

#elizabeth-barrett-browning #humor #art

We...we could be friends.' We COULD be rare specimens of an exotic breed of dancing African elephants, but we're not. At least, I'M not. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#friends #sarcasm #dance