Cat Quotations From Famous Authors
Thoughts on our furry buddies from 10 famed authors
“If animals could speak, the dog would be a blundering outspoken fellow, but the cat would have the rare grace of never saying a word too much.” — Mark Twain
“I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.” — Edgar Allen Poe
“Way down deep, we’re all motivated by the same urges. Cats have the courage to live by them.“— Jim Davis, creator of Garfield
“A cat has absolute emotional honesty; human beings, for one reason or another, may hide their feelings, but a cat does not.” — Earnest Hemingway
“I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul.” — Jean Cocteau, French writer, filmmaker, and playwright
“Authors like cats because they are such quiet, lovable, wise creatures, and cats like authors for the same reasons.” — Robertson Davies, Canadian novelist and playwright
“Holding this soft, small living creature in my lap and seeing how it slept with complete trust in me, I felt a warm rush in my chest. I put my hand on the cat’s chest and felt his heart beating. The pulse was faint and fast, but his heart, like mine, was ticking off the time allotted to his small body with all the restless earnestness of my own.” — Haruki Murakami
“I collect records. And cats. I don’t have any cats right now. But if I’m taking a walk and I see a cat, I’m happy.” — Haruki Murakami.
“In ancient times cats were worshipped as gods; they have not forgotten this.” — Terry Pratchett
“Throw a stick, and the servile dog wheezes and pants and stumbles to bring it to you. Do the same before a cat, and he will eye you with coolly polite and somewhat bored amusement. And just as inferior people prefer the inferior animal which scampers excitedly because someone else wants something, so do superior people respect the superior animal which lives its own life and knows that the puerile stick-throwings of alien bipeds are none of its business and beneath its notice. The dog barks and begs and tumbles to amuse you when you crack the whip. That pleases a meekness-loving peasant who relishes a stimulus to his self importance. The cat, on the other hand, charms you into playing for its benefit when it wishes to be amused; making you rush about the room with a paper on a string when it feels like exercise, but refusing all your attempts to make it play when it is not in the humor. That is personality and individuality and self-respect — the calm mastery of a being whose life is its own and not yours — and the superior person recognizes and appreciates this because he too is a free soul whose position is assured, and whose only law is his own heritage and aesthetic sense.”— H.P. Lovecraft
“I have felt cats rubbing their faces against mine and touching my cheek with claws carefully sheathed. These things, to me, are expressions of love.” — James Herriot
