“It was probably my mother's screaming that frightened the cat. It's just a guess. No one knows for sure why a cat fell from a ten-storey building onto my head.”

“One of my cats reminds me of my mother. I pat my mother in her. Reincarnation of evaporated mother.”

“Better to be the cat gazing coolly down from a high wall, its expression inscrutable. The cat that shunned petting, that needed no one. Why couldn't she be that cat?”

“The nature of the universe probably depends heavily on who is the actual protagonist. Lately I've been suspecting it's one of my cats.”

“All cat stories start with this statement: "My mother, who was the first cat, told me this...”

“If my love for cats were hydrogen, there’d be enough of it to give you skin cancer if you didn’t wear suntan lotion. The only sad part for me about getting a cat from the pound is that I can only choose one. If I could, I’d take home all of them. Actually, my view is why take them home? Why not just move in to an animal shelter? But my future wife wouldn’t go for that. Though I’m pretty sure she could move into a shoe store no problem.”