When all candles be out, all cats be grey.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Everything in life is gray, you know.
Gray hairs seem to my fancy like the soft light of the moon, silvering over the evening of life.
Cats rule the world.
Cats are connoisseurs of comfort.
There's so much grey to every story - nothing is so black and white.
A cat's rage is beautiful, burning with pure cat flame, all its hair standing up and crackling blue sparks, eyes blazing and sputtering.
Cats know, comin' out of four, they better be standin' on it, else they'll be standin' in it.
There are infinite shades of grey. Writing often appears so black and white.
Cats will outsmart dogs every time.
The gray has gone away. I am living in bright Technicolor.