All day long the door of the sub-conscious remains just ajar; we slip through to the other side, and return again, as easily and secretly as a cat.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I ruefully admit that if the cat is asleep in my chair - which she regards as hers, of course - I tend to leave her there and take the other one.
I'm not one of those complicated, mixed-up cats. I'm not looking for the secret to life... I just go on from day to day, taking what comes.
When I feel there's a door open, you always walk through it.
As anyone who has ever been around a cat for any length of time well knows, cats have enormous patience with the limitations of the human kind.
Cats have it all - admiration, an endless sleep, and company only when they want it.
To be honest, the reason I have my cats is to force myself to think about something other than myself.
But cats to me are strange, so strange I cannot sleep if one is near.
Many expressions of a cat's feelings seem deeply related to the capture of live prey.
A cat pours his body on the floor like water. It is restful just to see him.
A cat is only itself, representative of the strong forces of life that won't let go.