“Who are you and why are you my cat?”
“Do you have my pussy? Oh God, cat!Do you have my cat?”
“...why is my cat a Muse? the cat has the rare grace of never saying a word too much― Mark Twain ...that's why ...”
“Even cats have questions – like “Can’t you see my bowl is empty?” or “Why don’t you turn off the ***! rain now?” From their perspective we are gods!”
“You fuck - you ate my cat!”
“Who runs a combination cat shelter and hostel?" Keith asked. "With the cat shelter being the primary function? Only people who want to kill you with an axe and then put you in the garden and build a shed on you, that's who.”