Asennus- ja käyttöohjeet
I cannot exist without a cat...
Life would not be worth living without a cat.
A kitten is a rosebud in the garden ot the animal kingdom.
The kitten has a luxurious, Bohemian, unpuritanical nature. It eats six meals a day, plays furiously with a toy mouse and a piece of rope, and suddenly falls into a deep sleep whenever the fit takes it.
- Robertson Davies
Two cats can live as cheaply as one, and their owner has twice as much fun.
I got rid of my husband. The cat was allergic. My husband said it was him or the cat.
...I miss him sometimes.
It dosen't do to be sentimental about cats; the best ones don't respect you for it.
I have found my love of cats most helpful in understanding women.
I have studied many philosophers and many cats. The wisdom of cats is infinitely superior.
I like pigs. Dogs look up to us. Cats look down on us. Pigs treat us as equals.
If a cat does something, we call it instinct;
if we do the same thing, for the same reaseon,
we call it intelligence.
If a dog jumps in your lap, it is because he is fond of you; but if a cat does the same thing, it is because your lap is warmer.
-Alfred North Whitehead-
If cats could talk, they wouldn’t.
If toast always lands butter-side down, and cats always land on their feet, what happens if you strap toast on the back of a cat and drop it?
If you shamefully misuse cat once
she will always maintain a dignified
reserve toward you afterward.
You will never get her ful confidence again.
Okay, cats will never bring you pictures they've drawn in school, but they may give you a dead mouse. What parent could resist that gift?
-Terry L. Haney
The smart cat dosen't let on that he is.
-St. George Mivart
If you want to know the character of a man, find out what his cat thinks of him.
A cat has absolute emotional honesty, human beings, for one reason or the other, may hide their feelings, but a cat does not.
In a cat’s eye, all things belong to cats.
Passion for place - there is no greater urge in feline nature.
In reality, cats
and sending out
their humans to deal
with the outside world.
-Dr. Phyllis Sherman Raschke-
Is it yet another survival of jungle instinct
this hiding away from prying eyes at important moments?
Or merely a gesture of independence, a challenge to ma
and his stupid ways?
He blinks upon the heart-rug,
And yawns in deep content.
Accepting all the comforts
That Providence has sent.
Louder he purrs, and louder,
In one glam hymn of praise
For all the night's adventures,
For quiet, restful days.
One is never sure, watching two cats washing each other,
whether it's affection, the taste, or a trial run for the jugular.
It is with the approach of winter that cats...wear their richest fur and assume an air of sumptuous and delightful opulence.
It was soon noticed that when there was work to be done the cat could never be found.
Like a graceful vase, a cat, even when motionless, seems to flow.
-George F. Will-
Most beds sleep up to six cats. Ten cats without the owner.
Most cats, when they are Out want to be In, and vice versa, and often simultaneously.
Most of us rather like our cats to have a streak of wickedness. I should not feel quite easy in the company of any cat that walked about the house with a saintly expression…
Ode to the Cat
The animals were imperfect,
long of tail,
sorrowful of head.
Little by little they got adjusted,
acquired spots, graces, flight.
The cat only,
the cat appeared complete
born fully finished
he walked by himself and knew what he wanted.
Man wants to be fish and bird,
the serpent had wanted wings,
the dog is a displaced lion,
the engineer wants to be a poet,
the fly studies how to be a swallow,
the poet tries to imitate flies,
but the cat
wants only to be a cat
and every cat is cat
from whiskers to tail,
from presentiment to living rat,
from the night right up to his golden eyes.
nothing lunar or floral
has such a texture:
he is one whole
like the sun or the topaz,
and the springing curve of his controur
firm and subtle as
the line of a ship's prow.
His yellow eyes
leave a single slot
through which the coins of night drop.
emperor without a realm,
conquistador without a country,
smallest tiger in the salon,
and nuptial sultan of the heaven
of erotic housetops.
Love's wind you claim
in the wild weather
when you pass
four feet, delicate,
on the ground,
distrusting the whole universe
as if it all were too dirty
for a cat's immaculate foot.
Oh proud Independent of the house,
haughty remnant of night
of the dwellings
of a vanished velvet,
surely there is no enigma
in your manner,
perhaps no mystery,
the whole world knows you and you belong
to the least mysterious of householders
perhaps all feel that, all who feel themselves owners,
of cats, companions, colleagues,
students or friends
of the cat.
I don't buy that,
I don't understand cats.
All these I know: life and its archipelago,
the sea and the unmeasurable city,
the pistil and its deviations,
the for and the minus of mathematics,
the world's volcanic funnels,
the crocodile's unreal rind,
the fireman's unknowable goodness,
yet I cannot decipher a cat.
My understanding slips on his indifference,
his eyes hold golden numbers.
Versió de John Hollander
How neatly a cat sleeps,
sleeps with its paws and its posture,
sleeps with its wicked claws,
and with its unfeeling blood,
sleeps with all the rings--
a series of burnt circles--
which have formed the odd geology
of its sand-colored tail.
I should like to sleep like a cat,
with all the fur of time,
with a tongue rough as flint,
with the dry sex of fire;
and after speaking to no one,
stretch myself over the world,
over roofs and landscapes,
with a passionate desire
to hunt the rats in my dreams.
I have seen how the cat asleep
would undulate, how the night
flowed through it like dark water;
and at times, it was going to fall
or possibly plunge into
the bare deserted snowdrifts.
Sometimes it grew so much in sleep
like a tiger's great-grandfather,
and would leap in the darkness over
rooftops, clouds and volcanoes.
Sleep, sleep cat of the night,
with episcopal ceremony
and your stone-carved moustache.
Take care of all our dreams;
control the obscurity
of our slumbering prowess
with your relentless heart
and the great ruff of your tail.
No heaven will not ever Heaven be; Unless my cats are there to welcome me.
Ode To Cats
There was something wrong with the animals:
their tails were too long and they had
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,
born in a state of total completion,
it sticks to itself and knows
exactly what it wants.
Of all God's creatures, there is only one that cannot be made the slave of the lash. That one is the cat. If man could be crossed with a cat it would improve man, but it would deteriorate the cat.
One cat just leads to another.
One of the most striking differences between a cat and a lie is that a cat has only nine lives.
People that hate cats will come back as mice in their next life.
People who belong to Siamese cats must make up their minds to do a good deal of waiting upon them.
Prowling his own quiet backyard or asleep by the fire, he is still only a whisker away from the wilds.
Purring would seem to be, in her case, an automatic safety-valve device for dealing with happiness overflow.
She rolls over onto her back
A slight smile on her face
A glint in her eye
An invitation not to be ignored
The purr that she makes
Laying in the sunshine
Oh what it is to be a cat
Some people say that cats are sneaky, evil and cruel. True, and they have many other fine qualities as well.
The cat is the mirror of his human's mind… the dog mirrors his human's physical appearance.
That peaceful time of day
When it is just you and I,
And the cat.
And he climbs into your lap,
Like a small child
Craving your attention - crawling over me
Like I’m not there.
Purring and rubbing his face
On your face, cat kisses
Greeting you like a lover,
Home after a long journey.
He lays his fat body across
Your chest like a bed
And relishes the stroke of your fingers
And the comforting beat of your heart.
And I look at you, with that cat
Sprawled across your chest,
Purring and happy, and he looks at me
Boastful almost, taunting me.
And I can’t take my eyes off of you,
And the cat.
For a moment I am jealous
Wanting to push him off,
To put an end to his smug expression.
I slide down, and put my head in your lap,
Longing to feel the stroke of your fingers
Through my hair.
And you reach down and touch my face,
And I’m no longer jealous,
Of the cat.
The cats has too much spirit to have no heart.
The dog is mentioned in the Bible eighteen times—the cat not even once.
Dynasties of cats, as numerous as the dynasties of the Pharaohs, succeed each other under my roof.
The ideal of calm exists in a sitten cat.
The little furry buggers are just deep, deep wells you throw all your emotions into.
The phrase 'domestic cat' is an oxymoron.
The smallest feline is a masterpiece.
-Leonardo da Vinci-
The trouble with cats is that they've got no tact.
There are many intelligent species in the universe. They are all owned by cats.
There are no ordinary cats.
There are two means of refuge from the miseries of life: music and cats.
There's no need for a piece of sculpture in a home that has a cat.
They say the test of literary power is whether a man can write an inscription. I say, "Can he name a kitten?
Those that dislike cats will be carried to the cemetery in the rain.
Thou art the Great Cat, the avenger of the Gods, and the judge of words, and the president of the sovereign chiefs and the governor of the holy Circle; thou art indeed...the Great Cat.
-Inscription on the Royal Tombs at Thebes-
Thousands of years ago, cats were worshipped as god.
Cats have never forgotten this.
Time spent with cats is never wasted.
To bathe a cat takes brute force, perseverance, courage of conviction--and a cat. The last ingredient is usually hardest to come by.
To err is human,
To purr is feline.
To old Possum
There’s nobody like Macavity-
Mr Eliot said that.
He didn’t know my cat.
Mine is most
The most cacophanous caterwauling
An her name is Sirikit, formally;
But we’ll call her Pussy,
Or Ediepus, Or Sillykit, normally.
She’s never to be found either
At the scene of what’s been done.
But when we’ve seen
What’s been done
Who done it-
That permanent termagant
Cats sleep fat and walk thin.
If you are luckuy enough to own a cat,
consider yourself one of life's winners
because when you have a cat around you'll
never be lonely; the sound of its purr will
give you comfort, and as you hold it and pet it,
stress will slilp away.
The fat cat on the mat
may seem to dream
of nice mice that suffice
for him, or cream;
but he free, maybe,
walks in thought
unbowed, proud, where loud
roared and fought
his kin, lean and slim,
or deep in den
in the East feasted on beasts
and tender men.
The giant lion with iron
claw in paw,
and huge ruthless tooth
in gory jaw;
the pard dark-starred,
fleet upon feet,
that oft soft from aloft
leaps upon his meat
where woods loom in gloom --
far now they be,
fierce and free,
and tamed is he;
but fat cat on the mat
kept as a pet
he does not forget.
-J. R. R. Tolkien-
Some people say that cats are
sneaky, evil and cruel. True, and they have many other fine qualities as well.
A strange black cat on your porch brings prosperity.
Way down deep, we're all motivated by the same urges. Cats have the courage to live by them.
When I play with my cat who knows whether I do not make her more sport than she makes me?
-Michel de Montaigne-
When she walked...she stretched out long and thin like a little tiger, and held her head high to look over the grass as if she were treading the jungle.
-Sarah Orne Jewett-
Who can believe that there is no soul behind those luminous eyes!
Women and cats will do as they please, and men and dogs should relax and get used to the idea.
Ye shall not possess any beast, my dear sisters, except only a cat.
-The Ancren Riewle (Nun's Rule)-
You will be always lucky if you know how to make friends with a strange cats.
-Colonial American proverb-