What sort of philosophers are we, who know absolutely nothing of the origin and destiny of cats?

Cats are geniuses, because they know that looking out windows is better than watching Reality TV.

Snuggling is an art. And I’m no Rembrandt—I’m a cat. I am pure cuddling genius.

This will not be the end of the Clans. As long as I have breath in body, the Clans will be safe.

There is, incidently, no way of talking about cats that enables one to come off as a sane person.

When bored, find a little cat and watch it; when very bored, find two little cats and watch them!

I was drawn to his aloofness, the way cats gravitate toward people who’d rather avoid them.

I wish there were a vending machine that served cats. Not to eat, but to pet during my work break.

Em, I am trying to have an important conversation!" shouted Seylin. "I will not change into a cat!

Cats are the visible angels of the cities! There is always an eye of a cat observing you somewhere!

If green carpet grew on trees instead of leaves, I’d pick off a few cats—with my rifle.

A cat’s meow can be a scream, a laugh, a sigh, a hello, a yes, and even an I love you.


Come here, cat. You wouldn’t want to destroy the space-time continuum, would you? Meow. Meow.

There is, incidentally, no way of talking about cats that enables one to come off as a sane person.

...if you've never been cussed out by a Siamese, you don't know what profanity is all about!