I am just saying...

“I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul.”

- Jean Cocteau

“Cats were the gangsters of the animal world, living outside the law and often dying there. There were a great many of them who never grew old by the fire.”

- Stephen King, Pet Semetary

“Holding up my
purring cat to the moon
I sighed.”

- Jack Kerouac, American Haiku, 1959

“A cat has absolute emotional honesty: human beings, for one reason or another, may hide their feelings, but a cat does not.”

- Ernest Hemingway

“I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.”
- Edgar Allan Poe

It was a gray fisherman’s cat and it grew fast. One day, it left the cottage and moved into the house, where it spent its nights under the bed in the box where they kept the dirty dishes. It had odd ideas of its own even then. Sophia carried the cat back to the cottage and tried as hard as she could to ingratiate herself, but the more love she gave it, the quicker it fled back to the dish box. When the box got too full, the cat would howl and someone would have to wash the dishes. Its name was Ma Petite, but they called it Moppy.
“It’s funny about love,” Sophia said. “The more you love someone, the less he likes you back.”
“That’s very true,” Grandmother observed. “And so what do you do?”
“You go on loving,” said Sophia threateningly. “You love harder and harder.”
Tove Janssen

“There are no ordinary cats.”

- Colette
 

“My cat does not talk as respectfully to me as I do to her.”

- Colette
 

“Outside, the north wind, coming and passing, swelling and dying, lifts the frozen sand drives it a-rattle against the lidless windows and we may dear sit stroking the cat stroking the cat and smiling sleepily, prrrr.”
- William Carlos Williams

Pangur, white Pangur,
How happy we are,
Alone together, Scholar and cat.”
-The Monk and His Cat, adapted by W. H. Auden from an 8th or 9th century anonymous Irish text

 

“What a luxury a cat is, the moments of shocking and startling pleasure in a day, the feel of the beast, the soft sleekness under your palm, the warmth when you wake on a cold night, the grace and charm even in a quite ordinary workaday puss. Cat walks across your room, and in that lonely stalk you see leopard or even panther, or it turns its head to acknowledge you and the yellow blaze of those eyes tells you what an exotic visitor you have here, in this household friend, the cat who purrs as you stroke, or rub his chin, or scratch his head.”

- Doris Lessing, The Old Age of El Magnifico

 

when I am feeling
low
all I have to do is
watch my cats
and my
courage
returns.
I study these
creatures.
they are my
teachers.”
-Charles Bukowski, My Cats

“When a man loves cats, I am his friend and comrade, without further introduction.”

-Mark Twain