cats-vs-dogs

Last time I saw her, she was peeking out from one of the bookcases next to the fireplace. She's the first cat I've ever seen trying to pretend she's a condensed version of War and Peace.

Cats are smarter than dogs. You can't get eight cats to pull a sled through snow.

The cat . . . is for the man who appreciates beauty as the one living force in a blind and purposeless universe.

The cool, lithe, cynical, and unconquered lord of the housetops.

I wonder if I brought my Silly-cat in_could you tell me what she__ thinking?___ can tell you what she__ thinking right now, no touching necessary,_ I drawled. __he__ thinking if she were three times her size, she would eat you._ _Every cat that was awake when I__ smoothed its fur with a bare hand thought that. Every cat I touched that was asleep dreamed that.

The cat is such a perfect symbol of beauty and superiority that it seems scarcely possible for any true aesthete and civilised cynic to do other than worship it.

Chief Wimbe also loved his cat, which was black and white but had no name. In Malawi, only dogs are given names, I don't know why.

The dog appeals to cheap and facile emotions; the cat to the deepest founts of imagination and cosmic perception in the human mind. It is no accident that the contemplative Egyptians, together with such later poetic spirits as Poe, Gautier, Baudelaire, and Swinburne, were all sincere worshippers of the supple grimalkin.

Dogs will give you unconditional love until the day they die. Cats will make you pay for every mistake you've ever made since the day you were born.

Dogs believe they are human. Cats believe they are God.