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Raise Your Voice!

20 Oct

Raise your voice!

Don´t be played… like someone else´s board game
Don´t be classed out… like some desperate redoubt
Don´t be misled… you´ve got a lot on your head
And nobody´s gonna pay attention when you are dead

So…Raise your voice!

It´s the primary rule
you gotta want to be fooled
It´s our daunted restraint
that keeps us silent in shame
It´s our nature to be
adversarial and free
Our evolution didn´t hinge
on passivity

So… Raise your voice!

Tough Shit Mickey

20 Oct

foxes cower with their clubs, to escape the human race.

Rabbits run for life, deer take cover in the trees

The mother sighs with disbelief, then prepares the meat.


Liberate… Liberate…

Think what you’re doing

Liberate… Liberate…

The system’s set to ruin.

Liberate… Liberate…

Their life is not for profit

Liberate… Liberate…

We’ve got to fucking stop.

 

Because before too long there’ll be nothing left alive

not a creature on the land or sea, a bird In the sky

they’ll be shot, harpooned, eaten or hunted too much

vivisected by the clever men who prove that there’s no such

things as a fair world with live and let live

the Royal family goes hunting, what an example to give!

to the people they lead and they don’t Include me.

I’ve seen enough pain and torture of those who can’t speak

so I’m gonna speak for them In an all out attack

and if someone tries to whip me, then I’ll fucking whip’em back.

Coz I’ve had enough of the madness. In their theatres of hell

enough of them hounding the fox to the kill

or baby seals being clubbed, their mothers cut up.

They satisfy their greed, their wealths built on blood.

Of their slaughterhouse haunting the back of the mind

the gas chamber of farm life, the end of the line.

 

It’s a shame about that mouse

It Matters To Me

8 Oct

It Matters To Me


As I walked along the seashore
This young boy greeted me.
He was tossing stranded starfish
Back to the deep blue sea.
I said “Tell me why you bother,
Why you waste your time this way.
There’s a million stranded starfish
Does it matter, anyway?”
And he said, “It matters to this one.
It deserves a chance to grow.
It matters to this one.
I can’t save them all I know.
But it matters to this one,
I’ll return it to the sea.
It matters to this one,
And it matters to me.”
I walked into the shelter,
The owner greeted me.
She was helping Misty learn to trust.
She was struggling I could see.
I said, “Tell me why you bother,
Why you waste your time this way.
Misty’s only one of thousands,
Does it matter anyway?”
And she said, “It matters to this one.
She deserves a chance to grow.
It matters to this one.
I can’t save them all I know.
But it matters to this one,
I’ll help her be what she can be.
It matters to this one,
And it matters to me.

Author Unknown

The Familiar Spirit! “poem”

3 Oct

The Familiar Spirit!

“Poem/Tribute”

When feeling sad because I miss

my angel dressed in fur

I Close my eyes and feel you by my side,

right where you always were

I feel your love and see your face

with the light that shined within your eyes

Please Know, that a part of my heart belongs to you

You will always shine inside

A sign from the Bridge

A Thousand Horse but None to Ride!

3 Oct

A Thousand Horse but None to Ride

Painted Heart

A Thousand Horse but None to Ride

With flying tail and flowing mane

Wide nostrils never stretched by pain

Mouths bloodless to the bit or rein

and hooves that iron never shod

and flanks un-scarred by spur or rod

A thousand horse the wild the free

Like waves that flow over the sea

came thickly thundering on


written by: Lord Byron

The Rescue Dog

24 Aug

Rescue Dog


Once I was a lonely dog Just looking for a home.

I had no place to go, No one to call my own.

I wandered up and down the streets, in rain, in heat and snow.

I ate whatever I could find, I was always on the go.

My skin would itch, my feet were sore, my body ached with pain.

And no one stopped to give a pat or gently say my name.

I never saw a loving glance; I was always on the run.

For people thought that hurting me was really lots of fun.

And then one day I heard a voice so gentle, kind and sweet.

And arms so soft reached down to me and took me off my feet.

No one again will hurt you: was whispered in my ear.

You’ll have a home to call your own where you will know no fear.

You will be dry, you will be warm, you’ll have enough to eat

and rest assured that when you sleep, your dreams will all be sweet.

I was afraid, I must admit, I’ve lived so long in fear.

I can’t remember when I let A human come so near.

And as she tended to my wounds and bathed and brushed my fur

She told me bout the rescue group and what it meant to her. 

She said, we are a circle, a line that never ends.

And in the centre there is you protected by new friends.

And all around you are the ones that check the pounds

and those that share their home after you’ve been found.

And all the other folk are searching near and far.

To find the perfect home for you, where you can be a star.

She said, “There is a family, that’s waiting patiently

and pretty soon we’ll find them, just you wait and see”.

“And then they’ll join our circle They’ll help to make it grow,

so there’ll be room for more like you, who have no place to go”.

I waited very patiently, the days they came and went.

Today’s the day I thought, my family would be sent.

Then just when I began to think it wasn’t meant to be,

there were people standing there just gazing down at me.

I knew them in a heartbeat; I could tell they felt it too.

They said, “We have been waiting for a special dog” like you.

Now every night I say a prayer to all the gods that be.

“Thank you for the life I live and all you’ve given me.

But most of all protect the dogs in the pound and on the street.

And send a Rescue Person to lift them off their feet”.

Author unknown A poem for dog lovers all the way from Scotland

Is He the One?

24 Aug

Is he the one

Is he the one, that puppy there,
The one that likes to snuggle?
Can I take him with me,
To love and hug and cuddle?

Is he the one, the pup you got?
Boy! he’s growing fast.
Sure that’s what you wanted?
Nah, never gonna last.

Is he the one, just brought in?
They say he is too large.
Put him in the end cage,
Write down what to charge.

Is he the one, the big one there?
Yep he’ll guard our house and home.
Chain him in the back yard,
He’ll be ok alone.

Is he the one the angel asked,
Taking him away.
Never more to be abused,
Or in the snow to lay.

Is he the one the woman asked,
Her dogs all prancing round.
The one with none to wait for,
Well now he has been found.

Yes your the one I know it,
Go find a friend or three.
You will all be mine now,
Come cross the bridge with me

-M. Catlow

The Backyard Dog

24 Aug

The Backyard Dog

You see one in every community, a dog tied day after day to a back porch or fence, lying lonely on a pad of bare, packed dirt. The water bowl, if there is one, is usually empty or just out of reach. Abandoned, but chained up, backyard dogs cannot move to comfort, shelter, or companionship. In winter, they shiver, in summer, they languish . . . year round they suffer.

Of course, dogs can be forced to live outside, alone and away from their human pack, but to force this kind of life on a dog is one of the worst things you can do. Being alone goes against the dog’s most basic instinct. If you doubt this, think of all the whining, barking, clawing dogs you have seen tied alone outside. These dogs are trying desperately to get the attention of their human families.

People who keep their dogs constantly tied outside rationalize it, saying that they do spend time with them. But even the most well-meaning among them do not spend significant time with their animal companions. Under the best of circumstances, the backyard dog gets a bowl of food and water, a quick pat on the head and maybe a few minutes of contact with another living being each day.

Dogs can offer people the gifts of steadfast devotion, abiding love and joyful companionship. Unless people accept these offerings and take the time to return them in kind, it would be best not to get a dog. A sad, lonely, bewildered dog tied out back only suffers, and what sort of person wants to maintain suffering?

– Author Unknown

My Foster Dog is beautiful

24 Aug

My Foster Dog is beautiful

My foster dog stinks to high heaven. I don’t know for sure what breed he is. His eyes are blank and hard. He won’t let me pet him and growls when I reach for him. He has ragged scars and crusty sores on his skin. His nails are long and his teeth which he showed me are stained. I sigh. I drove two hours for this. I carefully maneuver him so that I can stuff him in the crate. Then I heft the crate and put it in the car. I am going home with my new foster dog.

Lady passed away just before last winter. I had rescued Lady from the Lancaster shelter hours away from being PTS

At home I leave him in the crate till all the other dogs are in the yard. I get him out of the crate and ask him if he wants ‘outside.’ As I lead him to the door he hikes his leg on the wall and shows me his stained teeth again. When we come in he goes to the crate because that’s the only safe place he sees. I offer him food but he won’t eat it if I look at him, so I turn my back. When I come back the food is gone. I ask again about ‘outside.’ When we come back I pat him before I let him in the crate, he jerks away and runs into the crate to show me his teeth.

The next day I decide I can’t stand the stink any longer I lead him into the bath with cheese in my hand. His fear of me is not quite overcome by his wish for the cheese. And well he should fear me, for I will give him a bath. After an attempt or two to bail out he is defeated and stands there. I have bathed four legged bath squirters for more dog years than he has been alive. His only defense was a show of his stained teeth that did not hold up to a face full of water. As I wash him it is almost as if I wash not only the stink and dirt away but also some of his hardness. His eyes look full of sadness now. And he looks completely pitiful as only a soap covered dog can. I tell him that he will feel better when he is cleaned. After the soap the towels are not too bad so he lets me rub him dry. I take him outside. He runs for joy. The joy of not being in the tub and the joy of being clean. I, the bath giver, am allowed to share the joy. He comes to me and lets me pet him.

Dee Oh Gee. was rescued him from the Carson Shelter he was due to be PTS that day. He was the best companion I could ever hope for.

One week later I have a vet bill. His skin is healing. He likes for me to pet him. I think I know what color he will be when his hair grows in. I have found out he is terrified of other dogs. So I carefully introduce him to my mildest four legged brat. It doesn’t go well.

Two weeks later a new vet bill for an infection that was missed on the first visit. He plays with the other dogs.

Three weeks later he asks to be petted. He chewed up part of the rug.

Eight weeks later his coat shines, he has gained weight. He shows his clean teeth when his tongue lolls out after he plays chase in the yard with the gang. His eyes are soft and filled with life. He loves hugs and likes to show off his tricks, if you have the cheese.

Someone called today and asked about him, they saw the picture I took the first week. They asked about his personality, his history, his breed. They asked if he was pretty. I asked them lots of questions. I checked up on them. I prayed. I said yes. When they saw him the first time they said he was the most beautiful dog they had ever seen.

Six months later I got a call from his new family. He is wonderful, smart, well

Dee Oh Gee at the Shep Memorial Fort Benton Montana. Shep watched with anxious eyes as the body of his beloved owner was placed on a train and pulled away. Shep was to meet every train from then on for the rest of his life Shep Forever Faithful

behaved and very loving. How could someone not want him?

I told them I didn’t know.

He is beautiful.

They all are.

~ Martha O’Connor

Canine Bill of Rights

21 Aug

The Canine Bill of Rights

  1. I have the right to a life that is beyond mere survival
  2. I have the right to be trained so I do not become the prisoner of my own misbehavior
  3. I have the right to adequate food and medical care
  4. I have the right to socialize with people and dogs outside of my family
  5. I have the right to have my needs and wants respected
  6. I have the right to special time with my people
  7. I have the right to only be bred responsibly-if not at all
  8. I have the right to some time and space all my own
  9. I have the right to be foolish and silly, and to make my person laugh
  10. I have the right to earn my person’s trust and to be trusted in return
  11. I have the right to be forgiven
  12. I have the right to die with dignity
  13. I have the right to give and receive unconditional love


by: Carolyn Krause

HOW COULD YOU!

18 Aug

A man in Grand Rapids, Michigan incredibly took out a $7000 full page ad in the paper to present the following essay to the people of his community.

HOW COULD YOU?

The Dog that you Dumped at the Shelter

When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was “bad,” you’d shake your finger at me and ask “How could you?” — but then you’d relent and roll me over for a belly rub.

My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because “ice cream is bad for dogs” you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.

Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love. She, now your wife, is not a “dog person” – – still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy.

Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a “prisoner of love.” As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch because your touch was now so infrequent and I would’ve defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway.

There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered “yes” and changed the subject. I had gone from being “your dog” to “just a dog ,” and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.

Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You’ve made the right decision for your “family,” but there was a time when I was your only family.

I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said “I know you will find a good home for her.” They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with “papers.” You had to pry your son’s fingers loose from my collar as he screamed “No, Daddy! Please don’t let them take my dog!” And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked, “How could you?”

They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind that this was all a bad dream.. or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me.

When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days.

As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured, “How could you?”

Perhaps because she understood my dog speak, she said, “I’m so sorry.” She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn’t be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself — a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my “How could you?” was not directed at her. It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.

A Note from the Author: If “How Could You?” brought tears to your eyes as you read it, as it did to mine as I wrote it, it is because it is the composite story of the millions of formerly “owned” pets who die each year in American & Canadian animal shelters. Please use this to help educate, on your websites, in newsletters, on animal shelter and vet office bulletin boards. Tell the public that the decision to add a pet to the family is an important one for life, that animals deserve our love and sensible care, that finding another appropriate home for your animal is your responsibility and any local humane society or animal welfare league can offer you good advice, and that all life is precious. Please do your part to stop the killing, and encourage all spay & neuter campaigns in order to prevent unwanted animals.

Please pass this on to everyone, not to hurt them or make them sad, but it could save maybe, even one, unwanted pet. Remember…They love UNCONDITIONALLY.

Now that the tears are rolling down your face, pass it on! Send to everyone in your address book and around the world! This IS the reality of dogs given up to shelters!

By Jim Willis, 2001

 

He is your friend, your protector, your dog!

You are his love, his life, his leader.

He will be yours loyal and true to the last beat of his heart!

You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion!

I am an Animal Rescuer

28 Jul

I Am an Animal Rescuer

By: Annette King-Tucker

I Am an Animal Rescuer
My job is to assist God’s creatures
I was born with the need to fulfill their needs
I take in new family members without plan, thought, or selection
I have bought dog food with my last dime
I have patted a mangy head with a bare hand
I have hugged someone vicious and afraid
I have fallen in love a thousand times
and I have cried into the fur of a lifeless body

I have Animal Friends and friends who have animal friends
I don’t often use the word “pet”
I notice those lost at the road side
And my heart aches
I will hand raise a field mouse
And make friends with a vulture
I know of no creature unworthy of my time

I want to live forever if there aren’t animals in Heaven
But I believe there are
Why would God make something so perfect and leave it behind
We may be master of the animals,
But the animals have mastered themselves
Something people still haven’t learned

War and Abuse makes me hurt for the world
But a rescue that makes the news gives me hope for mankind
We are a quiet but determined army
And making a difference ever day

There is nothing more necessary than warming an orphan
nothing more rewarding than saving a life
No higher recognition than watching them thrive
There is no greater joy than seeing a baby play
who only days ago, was too weak to eat

I am an Animal Rescuer
My work is never done,
My home is never quiet
My wallet is always empty
But my heart is always full

In the game of life, we have already won
~ Written from the heart by:

Annette King-Tucker
Wild Heart Ranch Wildlife Rescue
Claremore, Ok
www.wildheartranch.org

How Could You!

28 Jul

A man in Grand Rapids, Michigan incredibly took out a $7000 full page ad in the paper to present the following essay to the people of his community.

HOW COULD YOU!

  When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was “bad,” you’d shake your finger at me and ask “How could you?” — but then you’d relent and roll me over for a belly rub.

My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because “ice cream is bad for dogs” you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.

Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love. She, now your wife, is not a “dog person” – – still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy.

Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a “prisoner of love.” As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch — because your touch was now so infrequent — and I would’ve defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway.

There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered “yes” and changed the subject. I had gone from being “your dog” to “just a dog ,” and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.

Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You’ve made the right decision for your “family,” but there was a time when I was your only family.

I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said “I know you will find a good home for her.” They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with “papers.” You had to pry your son’s fingers loose from my collar as he screamed “No, Daddy! Please don’t let them take my dog!” And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked, “How could you?”

They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind — that this was all a bad dream… or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me.

When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days.

As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured, “How could you?”

Perhaps because she understood my dog speak, she said, “I’m so sorry.” She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn’t be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself — a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my “How could you?” was not directed at her. It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.

A Note from the Author: If “How Could You?” brought tears to your eyes as you read it, as it did to mine as I wrote it, it is because it is the composite story of the millions of formerly “owned” pets who die each year in American & Canadian animal shelters. Please use this to help educate, on your websites, in newsletters, on animal shelter and vet office bulletin boards. Tell the public that the decision to add a pet to the family is an important one for life, that animals deserve our love and sensible care, that finding another appropriate home for your animal is your responsibility and any local humane society or animal welfare league can offer you good advice, and that all life is precious. Please do your part to stop the killing, and encourage all spay & neuter campaigns in order to prevent unwanted animals.

Please pass this on to everyone, not to hurt them or make them sad, but it could save maybe, even one, unwanted pet. Remember…They love UNCONDITIONALLY.

Now that the tears are rolling down your face, pass it on! Send to everyone in your address book and around the world! This IS the reality of dogs given up to shelters!

By Jim Willis, 2001


Can you reduce your carbon footprint with a vegan diet? – Green Living, Environment – The Independent

28 Jul

Can you reduce your carbon footprint with a vegan diet? – Green Living, Environment – The Independent.

Cat Quotations

25 Jul

Quotes about Cats

 
It is impossible to keep a straight face in the presence of one or more kittens. – Cynthia E. Varnado
 
There are two means of refuge from the miseries of life: music and cats.
 
 
In order to keep a true perspective of one’s importance, everyone should have a dog that will worship him and a cat that will ignore him. – Dereke Bruce
 
 
There are few things in life more heartwarming than to be welcomed by a cat. – Tay Hohoff
 
 
If cats could talk, they wouldn’t. – Nan Porter
 
 
There are two means of refuge from the misery of life – music and cats. – Albert Schweitzer
 
 
A catless writer is almost inconceivable.  It’s a perverse taste, really, since it would be easier to write with a herd of buffalo in the room than even one cat; they make nests in the notes and bite the end of the pen and walk on the typewriter keys. – Barbara Holland
 
 
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
 
 
Cats are rather delicate creatures and they are subject to a good many ailments, but I never heard of one who suffered from insomnia. – Joseph Wood Krutch
 
 
The cat could very well be man’s best friend but would never stoop to admitting it. – Doug Larson
 
 
There is something about the presence of a cat… that seems to take the bite out of being alone. – Louis J. Camuti
 
 
As every cat owner knows, nobody owns a cat.  ~Ellen Perry Berkeley
 
 
The problem with cats is that they get the exact same look on their face whether they see a moth or an axe-murderer.  ~Paula Poundstone
 
 
Cats can work out mathematically the exact place to sit that will cause most inconvenience.  ~Pam Brown
 
 
After scolding one’s cat one looks into its face and is seized by the ugly suspicion that it understood every word.  And has filed it for reference.  ~Charlotte Gray
 
 
A cat can be trusted to purr when she is pleased, which is more than can be said for human beings.  ~William Ralph Inge
 
 
The reason cats climb is so that they can look down on almost every other animal – it’s also the reason they hate birds.  ~K.C. Buffington
 
 
A cat is an example of sophistication minus civilization.  ~Author Unknown
 
 
There has never been a cat
Who couldn’t calm me down
By walking slowly
Past my chair.
~Rod McKuen
 
 
Your cat will never threaten your popularity by barking at three in the morning.  He won’t attack the mailman or eat the drapes, although he may climb the drapes to see how the room looks from the ceiling.  ~Helen Powers
 
 
Cats do care.  For example they know instinctively what time we have to be at work in the morning and they wake us up twenty minutes before the alarm goes off.  ~Michael Nelson
 
 
When I play with my cat, who knows if I am not a pastime to her more than she is to me?  ~Michel de Montaigne, Essays, 1580
 
 
Kittens are born with their eyes shut.  They open them in about six days, take a look around, then close them again for the better part of their lives.  ~Stephen Baker
 
 
I had been told that the training procedure with cats was difficult.  It’s not.  Mine had me trained in two days.  ~Bill Dana
 
 
If there is one spot of sun spilling onto the floor, a cat will find it and soak it up.  ~J.A. McIntosh
 
No amount of time can erase the memory of a good cat, and no amount of masking tape can ever totally remove his fur from your couch.  ~Leo Dworken
 
 
It doesn’t do to be sentimental about cats; the best ones don’t respect you for it.  ~Susan Howatch
 
 
A dog, I have always said, is prose; a cat is a poem.  ~Jean Burden
 
 
The cat is the only animal without visible means of support who still manages to find a living in the city.  ~Carl van Vechten
 
 
There’s no need for a piece of sculpture in a home that has a cat.  ~Wesley Bates
 
 
If the pull of the outside world is strong, there is also a pull towards the human.  The cat may disappear on its own errands, but sooner or later, it returns once again for a little while, to greet us with its own type of love.  ~Lloyd Alexander
 
 
One is never sure, watching two cats washing each other, whether it’s affection, the taste, or a trial run for the jugular.  ~Helen Thomson
 
 
I believe cats to be spirits come to earth.  A cat, I am sure, could walk on a cloud without coming through.  ~Jules Verne
 
 
A cat pours his body on the floor like water.  ~William Lyon Phelps
 
 
There is no more intrepid explorer than a kitten.  ~Jules Champfleury
 
 
A cat improves the garden wall in sunshine, and the hearth in foul weather.  ~Judith Merkle Riley
 
 
A cat’s got her own opinion of human beings.  She don’t say much, but you can tell enough to make you anxious not to hear the whole of it.  ~Jerome K. Jerome
 
 
I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.  ~Edgar Allan Poe
 
 
The cat seldom interferes with other people’s rights.  His intelligence keeps him from doing many of the fool things that complicate life.  ~Carl Van Vechten
 
 
Cats come and go without ever leaving.  ~Martha Curtis
 
 
Cats seem to go on the principle that it never does any harm to ask for what you want.  ~Joseph Wood Krutch
 
 
You will always be lucky if you know how to make friends with strange cats.  ~Proverb
 
 
The ideal of calm exists in a sitting cat. 
 
 
Are we really sure the purring is coming from the kitty and not from our very own hearts?  ~Terri Guillemets
 
 
Dogs come when they’re called; cats take a message and get back to you later.  ~Mary Bly
 
 
The cat is the only animal which accepts the comforts but rejects the bondage of domesticity.  ~Georges Louis Leclerc de Buffon
 
 
The city of cats and the city of men exist one inside the other, but they are not the same city.  ~Italo Calvino
 
 
If you are allergic to a thing, it is best not to put that thing in your mouth, particularly if the thing is cats.  ~Lemony Snicket
 
 
My cat speaks sign language with her tail.  ~Robert A. Stern
 
 
Some people say that cats are sneaky, evil, and cruel.  True, and they have many other fine qualities as well.  ~Missy Dizick
 
 
In ancient times cats were worshipped as gods; they have not forgotten this.  ~Terry Pratchett
 
 
Authors like cats because they are such quiet, lovable, wise creatures, and cats like authors for the same reasons.  ~Robertson Davies
 
 
The cat is domestic only as far as suits its own ends.  ~Saki
 
 
Cats are intended to teach us that not everything in nature has a purpose.  ~Garrison Keillor
 
 
Most cats, when they are Out want to be In, and vice versa, and often simultaneously.  ~Louis J. Camuti
 
 
Kittens believe that all nature is occupied with their diversion.  ~F.A. Paradis de Moncrif
 
 
What greater gift than the love of a cat?  ~Charles Dickens
 
 
Before a cat will condescend
To treat you as a trusted friend,
Some little token of esteem
Is needed, like a dish of cream.
~T.S. Eliot
 
 
People that hate cats will come back as mice in their next life.  ~Faith Resnick
 
 
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.  ~Beverly Nichols
 
 
Kittens are angels with whiskers.  ~Author Unknown
 
 
Even if you have just destroyed a Ming Vase, purr.  Usually all will be forgiven.  ~Lenny Rubenstein
 
 
You see, wire telegraph is a kind of a very, very long cat.  You pull his tail in New York and his head is meowing in Los Angeles.  Do you understand this?  And radio operates exactly the same way:  you send signals here, they receive them there.  The only difference is that there is no cat.  ~Albert Einstein
 
 
Purring would seem to be, in her case, an automatic safety valve device for dealing with happiness overflow.  ~Monica Edwards
 
 
It is in the nature of cats to do a certain amount of unescorted roaming.  ~Adlai Stevenson
 
 
A cat bitten once by a snake dreads even rope.  ~Arab Proverb
 
 
Cats have intercepted my footsteps at the ankle for so long that my gait, both at home and on tour, has been compared to that of a man wading through low surf.  ~Roy Blount, Jr.
 
 
Like a graceful vase, a cat, even when motionless, seems to flow.  ~George F. Will
 
 
When your kitty purrs to you, doesn’t it break your heart that you can’t purr back?  ~Terri Guillemets
 
 
You own a dog but you feed a cat.  ~Jenny de Vries
 
 
Everything I know I learned from my cat:  When you’re hungry, eat.  When you’re tired, nap in a sunbeam.  When you go to the vet’s, pee on your owner.  ~Gary Smith
 
 
Sometimes he curls up on my pillow during the night and I don’t know he’s there until I yawn and my mouth closes on a whisker.  ~Astrid Alauda
 
 
A cat isn’t fussy – just so long as you remember he likes his milk in the shallow, rose-patterned saucer and his fish on the blue plate.  From which he will take it, and eat it off the floor.  ~Arthur Bridges
 
 
Some circumstantial evidence is very strong, as when you find a trout in the milk.  ~Henry David Thoreau
 
 
There is no snooze button on a cat who wants breakfast.  ~Author Unknown
 
 
Kittens can happen to anyone.  ~Paul Gallico
 
It is impossible for a lover of cats to banish these alert, gentle, and discriminating little friends, who give us just enough of their regard and complaisance to make us hunger for more.  ~Agnes Repplier
 
 
No heaven will not ever Heaven be
Unless my cats are there to welcome me.
~Author Unknown
 
 
The cat is the animal to whom the Creator gave the biggest eye, the softest fur, the most supremely delicate nostrils, a mobile ear, an unrivaled paw and a curved claw borrowed from the rose-tree.  ~Colette
 
 
A cat is the only domestic animal I know who toilet trains itself and does a damned impressive job of it.  ~Joseph Epstein
 
 
Cats conspire to keep us at arm’s length.  ~Frank Perkins
 
 
I have studied many philosophers and many cats.  The wisdom of cats is infinitely superior.  ~Hippolyte Taine
 
 
There is, incidentally, no way of talking about cats that enables one to come off as a sane person.  ~Dan Greenberg
 
 
Although all cat games have their rules and rituals, these vary with the individual player.  The cat, of course, never breaks a rule.  If it does not follow precedent, that simply means it has created a new rule and it is up to you to learn it quickly if you want the game to continue.  ~Sidney Denham
 
 
People who love cats have some of the biggest hearts around.  ~Susan Easterly
 
 
Prowling his own quiet backyard or asleep by the fire, he is still only a whisker away from the wilds.  ~Jean Burden
 
 
The trouble with a kitten is that
Eventually it becomes a cat.
~Ogden Nash
 
 
Cats can be cooperative when something feels good, which, to a cat, is the way everything is supposed to feel as much of the time as possible.  ~Roger Caras
 
 
The man who carries a cat by the tail learns something that can be learned in no other way.  ~Mark Twain
 
 
When you’re used to hearing purring and suddenly it’s gone, it’s hard to silence the blaring sound of sadness.  ~Missy Altijd
 
 
Any conditioned cat-hater can be won over by any cat who chooses to make the effort.  ~Paul Corey
 
 
Keep an eye on the cat and another on the frying pan.  ~Proverb
 
 
Cats are dangerous companions for writers because cat watching is a near-perfect method of writing avoidance.  ~Dan Greenburg
 
 
Psychologists now recognize that the need in some people to have a dozen cats is really a sublimated desire to have two dozen cats.  ~Robert Brault, http://www.robertbrault.com
 
 
It always gives me a shiver when I see a cat seeing what I can’t see.  ~Eleanor Farjeon
 
 
Way down deep, we’re all motivated by the same urges.  Cats have the courage to live by them.  ~Jim Davis
 
 
Cats speak a subtle language in which few sounds carry many meanings, depending on how they are sung or purred.  “Mnrhnh” means comfortable soft chairs.  It also means fish.  It means genial companionship… and the absence of dogs.  ~Val Schaffner
 
 
People that don’t like cats haven’t met the right one yet.  ~Deborah A. Edwards
 
 
Another cat?  Perhaps.  For love there is also a season; its seeds must be resown.  But a family cat is not replaceable like a wornout coat or a set of tires.  Each new kitten becomes its own cat, and none is repeated.  I am four cats old, measuring out my life in friends that have succeeded but not replaced one another.  ~Irving Townsend
 
 
I love cats because I love my home and after a while they become its visible soul.  ~Jean Cocteau
 
 
By and large, people who enjoy teaching animals to roll over will find themselves happier with a dog.  ~Barbara Holland
 
 
You cannot look at a sleeping cat and feel tense.  ~Jane Pauley
 
 
If by chance I seated myself to write, she very slyly, very tenderly, seeking protection and caresses, would softly take her place on my knee and follow the comings and goings of my pen -sometimes effacing, with an unintentional stroke of her paw, lines of whose tenor she disapproved.  ~Pierre Loti
 
 
You can keep a dog; but it is the cat who keeps people, because cats find humans useful domestic animals.  ~George Mikes
 
 
I named my kitten Rose – fur soft as a petal, claws sharper than thorns.  ~Astrid Alauda
 
 
If he is comic, it is only because of the incongruity of so demure a look and so wild a heart.  ~Alan Devoe
 
 
To err is human, to purr is feline.  ~Robert Byrne
 
 
Cat lovers can readily be identified.  Their clothes always look old and well used.  Their sheets look like bath towels and their bath towels look like a collection of knitting mistakes.  ~Eric Gurney
 
 
The cat loves fish, but she’s loath to wet her feet.  ~Proverb
 
 
  Do you see that kitten chasing so prettily her own tail?  If you could look with her eyes, you might see her surrounded with hundreds of figures performing complex dramas, with tragic and comic issues, long conversations, many characters, many ups and downs of fate.  ~Ralph Waldo Emerson
 
 
I don’t think it is so much the actual bath that most cats dislike; I think it’s the fact that they have to spend a good part of the day putting their hair back in place.  ~Debbie Peterson
 
 
The way to keep a cat is to try to chase it away.  ~E.W. Howe
 
 
Those who play with cats must expect to be scratched.  ~Proverb
 
 
To bathe a cat takes brute force, perseverance, courage of conviction – and a cat.  The last ingredient is usually hardest to come by.  ~Stephen Baker
 
 
I pet her and she pays me back in purrs.  ~Terri Guillemets
 
 
Cats are the ultimate narcissists.  You can tell this because of all the time they spend on personal grooming.  Dogs aren’t like this.  A dog’s idea of personal grooming is to roll on a dead fish.  ~James Gorman
 
 
The best kind of alarm clock is the purring kind.  ~Terri Guillemets
 
 
Cats as a class, have never completely got over the snootiness caused by that fact that in Ancient Egypt they were worshipped as gods.  ~P.G. Wodehouse
 
 
Some people say man is the most dangerous animal on the planet.  Obviously those people have never met an angry cat.  ~Lillian Johnson
 
 
Time spent with cats is never wasted.  ~May Sarton
 
 
A cat is a lion in a jungle of small bushes.  ~Indian Proverb
 
 
People meeting for the first time suddenly relax if they find they both have cats.  And plunge into anecdote.  ~Charlotte Gray
 
 
Any household with at least one feline member has no need for an alarm clock.  ~Louise A. Belcher
 
 
Who would believe such pleasure from a wee ball o’ fur?  ~Irish Saying
 
 
Dogs have owners, cats have staff.  ~Author Unknown
 
 
One must love a cat on its own terms.  ~Paul Gray
 
 
The sun rose slowly, like a fiery furball coughed up uneasily onto a sky-blue carpet by a giant unseen cat.  ~Michael McGarel
 
 
A kitten is the most irresistible comedian in the world.  Its wide-open eyes gleam with wonder and mirth.  It darts madly at nothing at all, and then, as though suddenly checked in the pursuit, prances sideways on its hind legs with ridiculous agility and zeal.  ~Agnes Repplier
 
 
Dogs eat.  Cats dine.  ~Ann Taylor
 
 
She clawed her way into my heart and wouldn’t let go.  ~Missy Altijd
 
 
Of all the toys available, none is better designed than the owner himself.  A large multipurpose plaything, its parts can be made to move in almost any direction.  It comes completely assembled, and it makes a sound when you jump on it.  ~Stephen Baker
 
 
No matter how much the cats fight, there always seem to be plenty of kittens.  ~Abraham Lincoln
 
 
I enjoy many silent moments with my cat, a conversation always resumed exactly where left off.  ~Robert Brault, http://www.robertbrault.com
 
 
The dog may be wonderful prose, but only the cat is poetry.  ~French Proverb
 
 
The cat has always been associated with the moon.  Like the moon it comes to life at night, escaping from humanity and wandering over housetops with its eyes beaming out through the darkness.  ~Patricia Dale-Green
 
 
Ignorant people think it is the noise which fighting cats make that is so aggravating, but it ain’t so; it is the sickening grammar that they use.  ~Mark Twain
 
 
Cats never strike a pose that isn’t photogenic.  ~Lillian Jackson Braun
 
 
Who hath a better friend than a cat?  ~William Hardwin
 
 
Nobody who is not prepared to spoil cats will get from them the reward they are able to give to those who do spoil them.  ~Compton MacKenzie
 
 
A cat is a puzzle for which there is no solution.  ~Hazel Nicholson
 
 
Always the cat remains a little beyond the limits we try to set for him in our blind folly.  ~Andre Norton
 
 
When a cat chooses to be friendly, it’s a big deal, because a cat is picky.  ~Mike Deupree
 
He liked companionship, but he wouldn’t be petted, or fussed over, or sit in anyone’s lap a moment; he always extricated himself from such familiarity with dignity and with no show of temper.  If there was any petting to be done, however, he chose to do it.  Often he would sit looking at me, and then, moved by a delicate affection, come and pull at my coat and sleeve until he could touch my face with his nose, and then go away contented.  ~Charles Dudley Warner
 
 
Even overweight, cats instinctively know the cardinal rule:  when fat, arrange yourself in slim poses.  ~John Weitz
 
 
In the middle of a world that had always been a bit mad, the cat walks with confidence.  ~Rosanne Amberson
 
 
Our perfect companions never have fewer than four feet.  ~Colette
 
 
The cat does not offer services.  The cat offers itself.  Of course he wants care and shelter.  You don’t buy love for nothing.  Like all pure creatures, cats are practical.  ~William S. Burroughs
 
 
One cat just leads to another.  ~Ernest Hemingway
 
 
Women, poets, and especially artists, like cats; delicate natures only can realize their sensitive systems.  ~Helen M. Winslow
 
 
Most beds sleep up to six cats.  Ten cats without the owner.  ~Stephen Baker
 
 
A cat is a tiger that is fed by hand.  ~Proverb
 
 
I put down my book, The Meaning of Zen, and see the cat smiling into her fur as she delicately combs it with her rough pink tongue.  “Cat, I would lend you this book to study but it appears you have already read it.”  She looks up and gives me her full gaze.  “Don’t be ridiculous,” she purrs, “I wrote it.”  ~Dilys Laing, “Miao”
 
 
Who among us hasn’t envied a cat’s ability to ignore the cares of daily life and to relax completely?  ~Karen Brademeyer
 
 
Cats only pretend to be domesticated if they think there’s a bowl of milk in it for them.  ~Robin Williams
 
 
Every dog has his day – but the nights are reserved for the cats.  ~Author Unknown
 
 
A kitten is so flexible that she is almost double; the hind parts are equivalent to another kitten with which the forepart plays.  She does not discover that her tail belongs to her until you tread on it.  ~Henry David Thoreau
 
 
Your cat may never have to hunt farther than the kitchen counter for its supper nor face a predator more fierce than the vacuum cleaner.  ~Barbara L. Diamond
 
 
One of the most striking differences between a cat and a lie is that a cat has only nine lives.  ~Mark Twain
 
 
A meow massages the heart.  ~Stuart McMillan
 
 
The domestic cat seems to have greater confidence in itself than in anyone else.  ~Lawrence N. Johnson
 
 
If a dog jumps into 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
 
 
Cats are to dogs what modern people are to the people we used to have.  Cats are slimmer, cleaner, more attractive, disloyal, and lazy.  It’s easy to understand why the cat has eclipsed the dog as modern America’s favorite pet.  People like pets to possess the same qualities they do.  Cats are irresponsible and recognize no authority, yet are completely dependent on others for their material needs.  Cats cannot be made to do anything useful.  Cats are mean for the fun of it.  In fact, cats possess so many of the same qualities as some people (expensive girlfriends, for instance) that it’s often hard to tell the people and the cats apart.  ~P.J. O’Rourke, Modern Manners
 
 
It’s really the cat’s house – we just pay the mortgage.  ~Author Unknown
 
 
Cats are notoriously sore losers.  Coming in second best, especially to someone as poorly coordinated as a human being, grates their sensibility.  ~Stephen Baker
 
 
Does the father figure in your cat’s life ever clean the litter box?  My husband claims that men lack the scooping gene.  ~Barbara L. Diamond
 
 
Some people have cats and go on to lead normal lives.  ~Author Unknown
 
 
Cats have an infallible understanding of total concentration – and get between you and it.  ~Arthur Br
 
 
Four little Persians, but only one looked in my direction.  I extended a tentative finger and two soft paws clung to it.  There was a contented sound of purring, I suspect on both our parts.  ~George Freedley
 
 
We should be careful to get out of an experience only the wisdom that is in it and stop there, lest we be like the cat that sits down on a hot stove-lid.  She will never sit down on a hot stove-lid again, and that is well; but also she will never sit down on a cold one anymore.  ~Mark Twain
 
 
I have noticed that what cats most appreciate in a human being is not the ability to produce food which they take for granted, but his or her entertainment value.  ~Author Unknown
 
 
It is remarkable, in cats, that the outer life they reveal to their masters is one of perpetual boredom.  ~Robley Wilson, Jr.
 
 
The smart cat doesn’t let on that he is.  ~H.G. Frommer
 
 
If I called her she would pretend not to hear, but would come a few moments later when it could appear that she had thought of doing so first.  ~Arthur Weigall
 
 
I am as vigilant as a cat to steal cream.  ~William Shakespeare, Henry IV
 
 
If we treated everyone we meet with the same affection we bestow upon our favorite cat, they, too, would purr.  ~Martin Buxbaum
 
 
The cat was created when the lion sneezed.  ~Arabian Proverb
 
 
The cat is above all things, a dramatist.  ~Margaret Benson
 
 
Meow is like aloha – it can mean anything.  ~Hank Ketchum
 
 
An ordinary kitten will ask more questions than any five year old.  ~Carl Van Vechten
 
 
Cats were put into the world to disprove the dogma that all things were created to serve man.  ~Paul Gray
 
 
If the claws didn’t retract, cats would be like Velcro.  ~Bruce Fogle
 
 
A cat determined not to be found can fold itself up like a pocket handkerchief if it wants to.  ~Louis J. Camuti
 
 
  Most cats do not approach humans recklessly.  The possibility of concealed weapons, clods or sticks, tend to make them reserved.  Homeless cats in particular – with some justification, unfortunately – consider humans their natural enemies.  Much ceremony must be observed, and a number of diplomatic feelers put out, before establishing a state of truce.  ~Lloyd Alexander
 
 
God made the cat in order that man might have the pleasure of caressing the lion.  ~Fernand Mery
 
 
When a cat speaks, it’s because it has something to say, unlike humans who are the great refuse containers of speech.  ~Terri Guillemets
 
 
Cats are smarter than dogs.  You can’t get eight cats to pull a sled through snow.  ~Jeff Valdez
 
 
If only cats grew into kittens.  ~R. Stern
 
 
If there were to be a universal sound depicting peace, I would surely vote for the purr.  ~Barbara L. Diamond
 
 
“A cat is a puzzle for which there is no solution.” ~ Hazel Nicholson