Cat Quotes

“Water-flavored lollipops that flow upwards on a stick, that’s what cats want. I would make that, but I’m too busy making duck soup that’s so advanced I got the formula from the year 2244.”
― Jarod Kintz, Music is fluid, and my saxophone overflows when my ducks slosh in the sounds I make in elevators.

“Here’s what I’d love to see: A vending machine that dispenses cats for petting on your lunch break. Instead of money, the machine accepts hugs.”
― Jarod Kintz, There are Two Typos of People in This World: Those Who Can Edit and Those Who Can't

“To Do Today:
1. Sit and think
2. Reach enlightenment
3. Feed the cats”
― Jarod Kintz, There are Two Typos of People in This World: Those Who Can Edit and Those Who Can't

“If Stephanie wants to play cat-and-mouse ... she can be the mouse. I will be the cat. The cat is patient. The mouse is scared. The mouse has reason to be scared. Because the cat always wins. The cat is the one having fun.”
― Darcey Bell, A Simple Favor

“True friends came in all forms, even transparent ones.”
― Jeaniene Frost, One Grave at a Time

“Cats make cuddly pets, but you can’t take them for walks. That’s why I love my pet waterfall, which also makes the splashiest snuggles. However, neither cats nor waterfalls lay eggs, which makes ducks the superior jazz musicians.”
― Jarod Kintz, Music is fluid, and my saxophone overflows when my ducks slosh in the sounds I make in elevators.

“Yes," said Margaret, smiling. "You don't have three dead cats on your mantlepiece."

Dane stopped short. "DEAD CATS?" he repeated incredulously, taken aback. "Whose were they?"

"Old Mrs. Holloway's."

"How long had they been...DEAD?"

"Oh, years and years," Margaret assured him. "They were stuffed, you see. Taxidermy."

"Right," he said dryly. "Taxidermy.”
― Sarah Brazytis, The House on Harmony Street

“The cat hair floated in the air like a sound vibration, and I plucked it like a guitar string. Sometimes I can be so musical I’m like a living love song.”
― Jarod Kintz, 94,000 Wasps in a Trench Coat

“Orange fluff ball, Rocky is an 18-pound marvel of love, so fluffy, he looks like he’s 26 pounds. He scares the local dogs just by sitting and staring at them. Rocky’s there for me when I get home, purrs when he wants to, leads me to the food bowl when he needs to, licks me in an attempt to heal my wounds, loves cellophane, red ribbons, left over chicken. Rocky, my best friend, is my orange fluff ball, and I wish I could share him with the world. -- Scott C. Holstad, Northern Stars Magazine (2004)”
― Scott C. Holstad

“Calmness through osmosis. It can be achieved by petting a cat, and your body absorbs the purring and integrates that healing frequency.”
― Jarod Kintz, There are Two Typos of People in This World: Those Who Can Edit and Those Who Can't

“If you put her in a room with some one, up went her back like a cat's; or she purred.”
― Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway

“Silas s-a transformat într-o pisică și a dormit încolăcit la picioarele lui Nathaniel, cu nasul ascuns sub coadă.”
― Margaret Rogerson, Sorcery of Thorns

“A god?” he asks, voice awed.

“Better than a god. I am a Cat,”
― Rebecca Roanhorse, Storm of Locusts

“Consciousness slipped slowly away, as he watched through gaping roof-holes pinprick stars high up, glistening against a purple sky. He thought of his mother and Dog and the kittens and Cat, as the stars began dropping to the earth like molten bullets, gradually fading away.”
― J.Y. Sam, The Ingenious and the Colour of Life

“This sounds like a big problem for everyone but me.”
― Candy the Cat

“You have a cat," she said, surprised. It was an odd-looking cat with no hair on its back and strange ears, but with beautiful green eyes focused on Charlotte. As soon as it saw that it had Charlotte's attention, it meowed several times with a soft, creaky voice, as if there was a lot it needed to tell her.
"I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell Frasier. She's absolutely no danger to those birds. She was a stray and badly burned behind Popcorn a few years ago. When she's not talking, she sleeps, mostly."
"What's her name?"
"Fig," Mac said. "Short for Figaro. Because she talks so much she's downright operatic."
"She's lovely." Her tragic beauty made Charlotte want to cry.”
― Sarah Addison Allen, Other Birds

“Pye chat dous men zong li move. The paw of a cat is sweet, but its claws are nasty.”
― Farrah Rochon, Almost There

“I was a cat person, too. At least, I thought I was. But I couldn’t help wondering if it was possible for an independent, curious cat person to be having a please-love-me, don’t-leave-me, desperate, doggy kind of day”
― Laura Tucker, All the Greys on Greene Street

“What did the cat say when her owner was late to feed her?
You gotta be kitten me”
― Hannah Tuffin, How To Care For My Cat: A fun guide to basic cat care for children and teens

“I purr,
Therefore I am”
― Frank D. Prestia

“If I am to be a cat, let me give you a scratch.”
― Holly Black, The Wicked King

“She places an enormous gray cat wearing a studded rhinestone collar with a matching leash on the ground, and I'm finding it extremely hard not to gawk. The cat is a silvery gray, almost blue, and its fur reminds me of feathers.”
― Samantha Verant, The Spice Master at Bistro Exotique

“This is my cat, Juju," the woman says, noting my obvious confusion, maybe even my fear. "He's my good luck charm."
"Uh, yeah," I say, backing away ever so slightly. That's some collar.
I love the rhinestones. Trés chic."
"Rhinestones? Don't be silly. I buy all his accessories from a jeweler. His collar is from Catier. As they say, diamonds are a cat's best friend."
My upper lip twitches. Nobody has ever said that. And I'm pretty sure she means Cartier.
She blows the cat a kiss, and I swear, if cats could smile, this one does, his giant face twisting with love or hunger.
"He's huge," I say, watching his tail flick a bit menacingly.
"He's a rare French breed, a Chartreux. He's just, how do you say? Big-boned?" She chortles out a laugh. "I really should put him on a regime like the vétérinaire said. He weighs nine kilos. Can you believe it? I strain my back when I try to pick him up. But he truly doesn't like les haricots verts or les courgettes. He's quite the gourmand."
My head spins with confusion. I wonder, What cat would like green beans and zucchini? as I convert the math in my head. Her cat weighs around twenty pounds. And, apparently, he hates vegetables but adores his bling.”
― Samantha Verant, The Spice Master at Bistro Exotique

“Garrance winks as Juju jumps onto my lap. "It appears that Juju likes you too."
Feeling out of sorts, I stroke the cat's head, look down at him. He's weighing my thighs down, and I like the way it feels, all warm. I also love his loud purrs. He's nothing like a rat. "The big lug is kind of growing on me," I say, stroking his chin, and Garrance grins.”
― Samantha Verant, The Spice Master at Bistro Exotique

“We round the frangipani, coming face-to-face with two peacocks---one male, with magnificent iridescent plumage sparkling in royal blues, greens, and golden browns, not to mention the circular eyespots, his crown a crest of feathers resembling a helmet. The female, although beautiful, has drabber plumage and a short tail.
Garrance beams as the large birds greet her like dogs. "Meet Yin and Yang," she says, and Juju rolls onto his back. "These two are the only ones who tolerate Juju and vice versa."
"Maybe because they don't call him names," I say with a laugh, and Garrance joins me.”
― Samantha Verant, The Spice Master at Bistro Exotique

“The second I sit down at the table, Juju jumps in my lap, purrs.
Charles grimaces. "The gros con actually likes you."
"We had a rough start, but we're friends now," I say as Charles reaches out to pet Juju's head. Juju hisses and I say Good kitty in my head. "And he clearly hates you."
I whisper to Juju, "Did you just call him a gros con too? I agree.”
― Samantha Verant, The Spice Master at Bistro Exotique

“An orange cat scurried out from under the bed and proceeded to snake around my ankles, purring loudly. One eye rested shut, as if it were krazy-glued to a close, and her fur was mottled. Marianne scooped her up. "Sac à puces," (Fleabag), she said. "This stray is a devious one, always sneaking into the apartments. I don't know how she gets in. I'll have to warn Claude to stop feeding her tuna."
I scratched under the cat's chin, staring into her good eye---a kaleidoscope of greens and yellows. "She's sweet," I said.
"She's filthy," said Marianne, tucking the cat under her arm.”
― Samantha Verant, Sophie Valroux's Paris Stars

“A loud mew distracted my ocular reconnaissance, and the cat rubbed her little head on my ankles. Marianne had been right; this cat had ninja stealth qualities. I hadn't seen her follow me into the apartment.
"Did my grand-mère send you here?" I asked. The cat purred so loud my heart almost burst. It was as if she understood my life, me, and what I was about to do. She may have been damaged, but weren't we all? Didn't every creature large or small need a second chance at life and at love? I sat down on the sisal-covered flooring to pet her.
"I want to keep you. What do you think of that? Of course, I'll ask Marianne if Claude will be okay with that. But I think we have a bond. I'm kind of a stray too."
Her paw gripped my finger. She'd claimed me, and I realized it wasn't the other way around.
"I'm going to name you Étoile. It means 'star' in French," I said, stroking her fuzzy head. "You're moving to the countryside. What do you think of that?"
Yes, I was talking to a cat, and she seemed to be listening. Her one good eye closed in a slow blink. I think she was giving me the go-ahead to catnap her.”
― Samantha Verant, Sophie Valroux's Paris Stars

“Cats are always the center of attention.”
― June Stoyer

“Why do I prefer cats to dogs? I have never stepped in cat poo.”
― Jack Freestone