The smallest feline is a masterpiece.
I have no desire to be a cat, which walks so lightly that it never creates a disturbance.
The cat is a dilettante in fur.
The stationmaster's whiskers are of a Victorian bushiness and give the impression of having been grown under glass.
I love mustaches with all my heart. There's just something about sketch comedy and mustaches.
As to the whiskers, having never worn any, do you not think people would call it a piece of silly affectation if I were to begin it now?
A cat is a cat. She has no race creed or collar.
Kittens are wide-eyed, soft and sweet. With needles in their jaws and feet.
The clever cat eats cheese and breathes down rat holes with baited breath.
Women with whiskers... its a bummer.
I love cats.
Progress: The process whereby the human race has got rid of whiskers, the vermiform appendix and God.
I think cat's are fantastic.
I'm into the true meaning of Christmas - Faith, Family, and Facial hair.
To love and be loved is all we know and all we need to know.
The cat looked as if it were about to say something sarcastic. Then it flicked its whiskers and said, "Challenge her. There's no guarantee she'll play fair, but her kind of thing loves games and challenges.
