The only mystery about the cat is why it ever decided to become a domestic animal.

Beer does not taste like itself unless it is chasing a dram of neat whisky down the gullet - preferably two drams

For me, one of the pleasures of cats company is their devotion to bodily comfort.

You are offered a piece of bread and butter that feels like a damp handkerchief and sometimes, when cucumber is added to it, like a wet one.

The only mystery about the cat is why it ever decided to become a domestic animal.

Love makes the world go round? Not at all. Whiskey makes it go round twice as fast.

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.