Reign it's not granted to me, I don't yield under no conditions: I'm the
was something wrong with the animals: their tails were too long and they
had unfortunate heads. Then they started coming together, little by
little fitting together to make a landscape, developing birthmarks, grace,
pep. But the cat, only the cat turned out finished, and proud:
born in a state of total completion, it sticks to itself and knows exactly
what it wants.
NAMING OF CATS
Naming of Cats is a difficult matter, It isn't just one of your holiday games;
You may think at first I'm as mad as a hatter When I tell you, a cat must
have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES. First of all, there's the name that the family
use daily, Such as Peter, Augustus, Alonzo or James, Such as Victor or
Jonathan, George or Bill Bailey, All of them sensible everyday names.
There are fancier names if you think they sound sweeter, Some for the gentlemen,
some for the dames: Such as Plato, Admetus, Electra, Demeter, But all
of them sensible everyday names. But I tell you, a cat needs a name that's
particular, A name that's peculiar, and more dignified, Else how can he
keep up his tail perpendicular, Or spread out his whiskers, or cherish his
pride? Of names of this kind, I can give you a quorum, Such as Munkustrap,
Quaxo, or Coricopat, Such as Bombalurina, or else Jellylorum, Names that
never belong to more than one cat. But above and beyond there's still one
name left over, And that is the name that you never will guess; The name
that no human research can discover. But THE CAT HIMSELF KNOWS, and will never
confess. When you notice a cat in profound meditation, The reason, I tell
you, is always the same: His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation Of
the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name: His ineffable effable
Effanineffable Deep and inscrutable singular Name.
(T. S. Eliot)
beatiful cat, to my amorous core; Retract your claws inside your paws
And let me plunge into your wise eyes once more That are mingled of agate
and metals When my fingers caress at leisure Your head and your back's
elasticity And when my hand's become drunk with pleasure From your palpating
electricity, I see my woman in spirit. Her regard, Like yours, amiable
beast, Profound and cold, cuts and cracks like a sword And, from her head
to her feet, A delicate look, a dangerous perfume Swims around her brown
most complete masterpiece of the nature."
want to have in my house: a reasonable woman a cat that touches upon the
books friends in each season without which I could not live."
generally love cats, because poets have no delusions about their own superiority"
cats, when they are Out want to be In, and vice versa, and often simultaneously"
Louis J. Camuti)
cat who misses a mouse pretends it was aiming for the dead leaf"
your cat falls out of a tree, go indoors to laugh."
are wide-eyed, soft and sweet, with needles in their jaws and feet."
small cat changes coming home to an empty house to coming home."
cat who has taken umbrage is a terrible sight to see."
can be very funny, and have the oddest ways of showing they're glad to see you.
Rudimace always peed in our shoes."
come when they are called; cats take a message and get back to you."
are no ordinary cats."
to look: behind the books in the bookshelf, any cupboard with a gap too
small for any cat to squeeze through, the top of anything sheer, under
anything too low for a cat to squash under and inside the piano."
like doors left open, in case they change their minds."
wanderer himself, he is full of reproaches inf I am gone beyond the expected time,
yet plays with my anxieties when he is late, drifting slowly out of the darkness
as if he cannot hear my calling."
trouble with sharin one's bed with cats is that they'd rather sleep on you than
cat allows you to sleep on the bed. On the edge."
meeting for the first time suddenly relax if they find they both have cats.
And plunge into anecdote."
who is not prepared to spoil cats will get from them the reward they are able
to give to those who do spoil them."
is nothing so lowering to one's self-esteem as the affectionate contempt of a
are kindly masters, just so long as you remember your place."
cat does not want all the world to love her, only those she has chosen to
you are worthy of its affection, a cat will be your friend, but never
must love a cat on its own terms."
said: <I'm not a friend, and I am not a Servant. I am the Cat who walks
by himself, and I wish to come into your Cave.>"
Kipling) from the "Just-So Stories"
quotes are freely takes from the booklet "CAT QUOTATIONS - A COLLECTION OF
LOVABLE CAT PICTURES AND THE BEST CAT QUOTES", Helen Exley (editor)