“Do you have my pussy? Oh God, cat!Do you have my cat?”
“He’s my cat! He’s not God’s cat! Let God have his own cat! Let God have all the damn old cats He wants, and kill them all! Church is mine!”
“I have to spring a cat out of Rumelt Animal Shelter. Think of it as a prison break." It does the trick. He laughs. "Whose cat?" "My cat. What do you think? That I break out the cats of strangers?" "Let me guess, she was framed. She's innocent.”
“What cat? Oh! MY CAT. The cat… that is mine. Oh, she’s... ” I had said it was a she, right? “She’s fine. All meowing and purring and other cat things.”
“My writing, it’s all I have. Well, aside from my health. And shelter, food, and clothing. Oh, and my cat.”
“A cat is there if you call her- if she doesn't have anything better to do.”