If God did not intend the cat to live happily with humankind, why is there a meow in the middle of the word 'hoMEOWner'?

To find his own salvation, a man must first find the fool locked inside himself and set it free.

A cat is a purring parcel of paradox, a cunning collection of contradictions. A cat is lazy and busy, dainty and savage, affectionate and aloof, greedy and finicky, sound asleep in one instant, and awake and stalking in the next. A cat is a limp puddle of softness, surrounding a steel-hard and ever-alert set of muscles. ... A cat has the face of a pansy flower, and is just as velvety. A cat holds infinity in her eyes, and your heart in her front paws.

Guilt didn't put any butter on the bread of life.

Catch a dog in your favorite chair, and he slinks away abashed. The cat will pretend incomprehension; surely you must know it's her chair?

If God did not intend the cat to live happily with humankind, why is there a meow in the middle of the word 'hoMEOWner'?

A cat is better than you are, more honest, more graceful, smarter for her size, better coordinated, and infinitely more beautiful.