We are the ones who have high blood pressure, ulcers, and heart attacks, not cats.

Why cat were given such terrific peripheral vision when they spend so much time looking down their noses is difficult to understand.

In Egypt: Under no conditions, under threat of death could anyone kill a cat. People were exceuted for even killing a cat accidentally. And when a cat died, the whole family, and probably their closest friends, went into mourning, the measure of their personal loss signalled by their shaving off their eyebrows.

It looks like a miniature hippopotamus with badly-fitting panty hose all over.

Anyone who has owned many cats in long succession can define his or her life as a series of furry episodes.

For me a house or an apartment becomes a home when you add one set of four legs, a happy tail, and that indescribable measure of love that we call a dog.

It's our mortality that terrifies us, because what we're really seeking is immortality - that is, after all, a fool's errand.