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Massermann, the cat man, Makes cats neurotic. 1899 Are cats and humans Similarly symptotic?
Cruel, but composed and bland, Dumb, inscrutable and grand, SoTiberius might have sat, Had Tiberius been a cat.
Serves you right, you horrid brat For what you did to that poor cat.
A greyhound should be heeded lyke a snake, And neckyd lyke a drake, Backed lyke a bream, Footed lyke a catte, Taylled lyke a ratte.
A mathematician is a blind man in a dark room looking for a black cat which isn't there.
It doesn't matter whether the cat is black or white, as long as it catches mice.
Mrs Crupp had indignantlyassured him that there wasn't room to swing a cat there; but, as Mr Dick justly observed to me 'You know,Trotwood, I don't want to swing a cat. I never do swing a cat. Therefore, what does that signify to me!'
At first you may think I'm as mad as a hatter When I tell you a cat must have.
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.
Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity, There never was a Cat of such deceitfulness and suavity. He always has an alibi, and one or two to spare: At whatever timethe deed took place!
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Prose books are the show dogs I breed and sell to support my cat.
What female heart can gold despise? What cat's averse to fish?
But the wildest of all the wild animals was the Cat. He walked by himself, and all places were alike to him.
If the wild bowler thinks he bowls Or if the batsman thinks he's bowled, They know not, poor misguided souls, They too shall perish unconsoled. I am the batsman and the bat, I am the bowler and the ball, The umpire, the pavilion cat, The roller, pitch, and stumps and all. See Emerson 313:39.
'Thoughwehaddeykilledthecat, yat sholdethere come another To cracchen us ans al oure kynde, though we cropen under benches.'
He has gone to fish, for his Aunt Jobiska's Runcible Cat with crimson whiskers!
Then, beneath the nine-tailed cat Shall they who use it writhe, sir; And curates lean, and rectors fat, Shall dig the ground they tithe, sir. Down with your Bayleys, and your Bests, Your Giffords, and your Gurneys; We'll clear the island of the pests, Which mortals name attorneys.
A colossal bore I feel I could write something like it tomorrow, if my cat inspired me by walking over the piano. See Gounod 365:26.
When the tea is brought at five o'clock, And all the neat curtains are drawn with care, The little black cat with bright green eyes Is suddenly purring there.
Quand je me jou e« a' ma chatte, qui s c° ait si elle passe son temps de moy plus que je ne fay d'elle? When I play with my cat, who knows whether I do not make her more sport than she makes me?
The trouble with a kitten is THAT Eventually it becomes a CAT.
God is really onlyanother artist. He invented the giraffe, the elephant, and the cat. He has no real style. He just goes on trying other things.
But thousands die, without or this or that, Die, and endow a college, or a cat.
Joy shivers in the corner where she knits And Conscience always has the rocking-chair, Cheerful as when she tortured into fits The first cat that was ever killed by Care.
The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on.
I would like to be there, were it but to see how the cat Scottish Metrical Psalms jumps.Oneknowsnothingoftheworld,if youareabsent from it so long as I have been.
We looked! Then we saw him step in on the mat! We looked! And we saw him! The Cat in the Hat!
For I will consider my cat Jeoffry. For he is the servant of the Living God dulyand daily serving him. For at the first glance of the glory of God in the East he worships in his way.
Oh I am a cat that likes to Gallop about doing good.
I am pent up in frowzy lodgings, where there isnot room enough to swing a cat.
I will be deafer than the blue-eyed cat, And thrice as blind as any noonday owl, To holy virgins in their ecstasies.
Even stroking a cat may be regarded by strict Presbyterians as a carnal sin.
I reckon you're a kind of singed cat, as the saying isbetter'n you look.
To be, or not to be; that is the bare bodkin That makes calamity of so long life; For who would fardels bear, till Birnam Wood do come to Dunsinane, But that the fear of something after death Murders the innocent sleep, Great nature's second course, And makes us rather sling the arrows of outrageous fortune Than fly to others that we know not of. There's the respect must give us pause: Wake Duncan with thy knocking! I would thou couldst; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
What is the victory of a cat on a hot tin roof?I wish I knew Just staying on it, I guess, for as long as she can.
'Alf Todd,'said Ukridge, soaring to an impressive burst of imagery,'has about as much chance as a one-armed blind man in a dark room trying to shove a pound of melted butter into a wild cat's left ear with a red-hot needle.'
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