#kitten

We got passes, till midnight after the parade. I met Muriel at the Biltmore at seven. Two drinks, two drugstore tuna-fish sandwiches, then a movie she wanted to see, something with Greer Garson in it. I looked at her several times in the dark when Greer Garson’s son’s plane was missing in action. Her mouth was opened. Absorbed, worried. The identification with Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer tragedy complete. I felt awe and happiness. How I love and need her undiscriminating heart. She looked over at me when the children in the picture brought in the kitten to show to their mother. M. loved the kitten and wanted me to love it. Even in the dark, I could sense that she felt the usual estrangement from me when I don’t automatically love what she loves. Later, when we were having a drink at the station, she asked me if I didn’t think that kitten was ‘rather nice.’ She doesn’t use the word ‘cute’ any more. When did I ever frighten her out of her normal vocabulary? Bore that I am, I mentioned R. H. Blyth’s definition of sentimentality: that we are being sentimental when we give to a thing more tenderness than God gives to it. I said (sententiously?) that God undoubtedly loves kittens, but not, in all probability, with Technicolor bootees on their paws. He leaves that creative touch to script writers. M. thought this over, seemed to agree with me, but the ‘knowledge’ wasn’t too very welcome. She sat stirring her drink and feeling unclose to me. She worries over the way her love for me comes and goes, appears and disappears. She doubts its reality simply because it isn’t as steadily pleasurable as a kitten. God knows it is sad. The human voice conspires to desecrate everything on earth. ↗

— J.D. Salinger

#muriel #sentimentality #tuna-fish #undiscriminating-heart #love

Gary nips my finger and starts clawing his way up my shoulder, hissing like an angry kettle. It's just not natural for something so cute and fluffy to be so nasty. I look at Nick in distress. "Why is he spitting at me?" "Maybe he thinks he's a llama. ↗

— Holly Smale

#kitten #llama #nature

I like the name Atomic Kitten. It's so great. ↗

— Bryan Ferry

#great #i #kitten #like #name

Authors are sometimes like tomcats: They distrust all the other toms but they are kind to kittens. ↗

— Malcolm Cowley

#distrust #kind #kittens #like #other

For a dyed-in-the-wool author, nothing is as dead as a book once it is written. She is rather like a cat whose kittens have grown up. ↗

— Rumer Godden

#book #cat #dead #grown #kittens

An ordinary kitten will ask more questions than any five-year-old. ↗

— Carl Van Vechten

#ask #five-year-old #kitten #more #ordinary

Kittens are wide-eyed, soft and sweet. With needles in their jaws and feet. ↗

— Pam Brown

#feet #jaws #kittens #needles #soft

It is quite widely known that I like shoes. This is not something that defines me as either a woman or a politician, but it has come to define me in the eyes of the newspapers. I wore a pair of leopard-print kitten heels to a Conservative Party Conference a few years ago and the papers have continued to focus on my feet ever since. ↗

— Theresa May

#come #conference #conservative #conservative party #continued

A kitten is in the animal world what a rosebud is in the garden. ↗

— Robert Southey

#animal #animal world #garden #kitten #world

You arrogant...” thrust through the stomach of a snapping zombie, twisting and using all my strength to cleave him in half “... over published...” wasn't going to work, it clawed at the blade, and my God, these things were tough, “...showy old bat...” Crack! There went my head into the wall. If I didn't have a split skull, I'd be amazed. “What are you waiting for? Aren't you the king of all bogeymen? The legend children fear will devour them if they don't behave?” “Come on, Vlad, live up to your reputation! If you can't burn to death one Egyptian vampire chained to a wall, how did you ever drive the Turks from Romania?” “You did it!” “Of course, I'm Vlad Tepesh, what did you expect? ↗

— Jeaniene Frost

#cat #kitten #night-huntress #vlad #vlad-tepesh