A window—it’s more entertaining than TV. Just ask a cat looking out, or a man looking in on a life he desires.

People decide how to live their own lives! A scum bastard doesn't have the right to chain anyone down!" -Sven to Torneo

...why is my cat a Muse? the cat has the rare grace of never saying a word too much― Mark Twain ...that's why ...

It's the perfect solution. We argue all the time. We can't stand each other. It's like we're already married.

Crap.It's all crap.Living is crap.Life has no meaning.None. Nowhere to be found.Crap.Why doesn't anybody realize this?

A philosopher is a blind man in a dark room looking for a black cat that isn't there. A theologian is the man who finds it.

Pa extended his paw as if to say, “I’m here, and I’m human.” What else could I do but say, “Meow.

The cat that laughs is crazy. Man who does not laugh is below... (Le chat qui rit est un fou. - Homme qui ne rit est dessous...)

Your dead cat would look great on my t-shirt—along with tire tracks on my chest. What better time is there to love than now?

Love is a cat wearing a fur coat in a sauna in the middle of the Sahara Desert at noon. Trust me, I speak from personal experience.

A great band name would be Tickling Whiskers. Especially if the lead singer is a cat. I’d love to audition for backup dancer.

Just got done giving my cat a haircut and eating dinner. The two events are unrelated, though I might cough up a hairball later on.

Cats are solitary hunters with only the vaguest concept of hierarchy and little desire to “please” anyone but themselves

We can't find the cat,We don't know where she's at,Oh, where did she go?Does anyone know?Let's ask this walking hat.

My cat’s favorite sport is economics, and his favorite player is Ben Bernanke. But it’s just too violent for me to enjoy.