Dotyk łapki leczy lepiej niż aspiryna.

Nasi cichostopi przyjaciele nie tylko uratowali już miliony ludzi, zabijając gryzonie. Pomogli także uleczyć niezliczone serca. Siedząc cicho w nogach łóżka, czekali, aż ludzkie łzy przestaną płynąć. Zwinięci w kłębek na kolanach chorych i starych dawali pociechę , jakiej nie sposób znaleźć gdzie indziej. Zasługują na docenienie za to, że od tysięcy lat służą naszemu fizycznemu i emocjonalnemu zdrowiu. Egipcjanie mieli rację. Kot to istota święta.

Guilt isn't in cat vocabulary. They never suffer remorse for eating too much, sleeping too long or hogging the warmest cushion in the house. They welcome every pleasurable moment as it unravels and savour it to the full until a butterfly or falling leaf diverts their attention. They don't waste energy counting the number of calories they've consumed or the hours they've frittered away sunbathing.

Cats don't beat themselves up about not working hard enough. They don't get up and go, they sit down and stay. For them, lethargy is an art form. From their vantage points on top of fences and window ledges, they see the treadmills of human obligations for what they are - a meaningless waste of nap time.

Human beings are drawn to cats because they are all we are not — self-contained, elegant in everything they do, relaxed, assured, glad of company, yet still possessing secret lives.

Cats can work out mathematically the exact place to sit that will cause most inconvenience.

The house-cat is a four-legged quadruped, the legs as usual being at the corners. It is what is sometimes called a tame animal, though it feeds on mice and birds of prey. Its colours are striped, it does not bark, but breathes through its nose instead of its mouth. Cats also mow, which you all have heard. Cats have nine liveses, but which is seldom wanted in this country, coz' of Christianity. Cats eat meat and most anythink speshuelly where you can't afford. That is all about cats."

(From a schoolboy's essay, 1903.)