A cat's rage is beautiful, burning with pure cat flame, all its hair standing up and crackling blue sparks, eyes blazing and sputtering.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
The flame of anger, bright and brief, sharpens the barb of love.
Cats are the runes of beauty, invincibility, wonder, pride, freedom, coldness, self-sufficiency, and dainty individuality - the qualities of sensitive, enlightened, mentally developed, pagan, cynical, poetic, philosophic, dispassionate, reserved, independent, Nietzschean, unbroken, civilised, master-class men.
Many expressions of a cat's feelings seem deeply related to the capture of live prey.
The cat is such a perfect symbol of beauty and superiority that it seems scarcely possible for any true aesthete and civilised cynic to do other than worship it.
The problem with cats is that they get the exact same look on their face whether they see a moth or an axe-murderer.
As an inspiration to the author, I do not think the cat can be over-estimated. He suggests so much grace, power, beauty, motion, mysticism. I do not wonder that many writers love cats; I am only surprised that all do not.
I am not a cat man, but a dog man, and all felines can tell this at a glance - a sharp, vindictive glance.
A mighty flame followeth a tiny spark.
The ideal of calm exists in a sitting cat.
The cat is a dilettante in fur.