“The guitar filled with rain, rain softened the paper sacks, the sacks split and perfume spilled on the pavement, pearls rolled in the gutter: while the wind pushed and the cat scratched, the cat screamed -- but worse, I was frightened, a coward to equal Jose: those storming streets seemed aswarm with unseen presences waiting to trap, imprison me for aiding an outlaw.”
“Waiting turns men into bears in a barn, and women into cats in a sack.”
“Curiosity may have killed the cat, but paranoia was what tied it up in a sack and buried it in wet concrete.”
“Cats have the curiosity of a genius, while dogs have the intellect of a sack of manure covered in hair and mulch made from bark (so loud). Actually, that assessment isn’t quite fair. Sacks of manure are smarter than dogs, and make better best friends (I should know, because I’ve lost three best friends to landscaping incidents in the last year alone, which left me alone).”
“Don't wait for the storm to pass, learn to dance in the rain”
“Those who will play with cats must expect to be scratched.”