To wake the sleeping cat.

"I'm glass, and transparent, too, which is more than can be said of some folks," answered the cat. "Also I have some lovely pink brains; you can see 'em work."

A cat is more intelligent than people believe, and can be taught any crime.

She is like a cat in the dark and then she is the darkness.

Along with its aggressive streak, the Chicken also seemed to have an appetite for play. Was it pure coincidence that she liked to sneak up on Yowzer, the cat most likely to develop a nervous twitch when caught unawares? Time after time I saw the Chicken trot up delicately when Yowzer had his back turned, squawk a couple of times, and then watch as the cat leaped a couple of vertical feet. The Chicken, after a successful ambush, would run off jauntily, with a cackle that sounded suspiciously like a chuckle.

In fact, the mere act of opening the box will determine the state of the
cat, although in this case there were three determinate states the cat
could be in: these being Alive, Dead, and Bloody Furious.

A cat's rage is beautiful, burning with pure cat flame, all its hair standing up and crackling blue sparks, eyes blazing and sputtering.

The hammer has fallen.

The cat Horus shot out from under the table and headed for the door, his ears flattened and his tail straight out. There he encountered Abdullah, who had been waiting for us on the verandah and who had, I supposed, been alarmed by Emerson's shouts and hurried to discover what disaster had prompted them. The cat got entangled in Abdullah's skirts and a brief interval of staggering (by Abdullah), scratching (by Horus) and swearing (by both parties) ensued before Horus freed himself and departed.

Why are you trying to shoot that cat?"
"Because—" I squeeze off another shot "—it's possessed!"...
Mo turns and looks at me harshly. "That looked just like a perfectly ordinary cat to me. If you've—"
"It was possessed by the animation nexus behind JENNIFER MORGUE Two!" I gabble. "The clue—he saw a laser dot and dodged—"

If you would know a man, observe how he treats a cat.

If you would know a man, observe how he treats a cat.

When a cat greets you, he makes a big operation of it, bumping, stropping your legs, buzzing like mischief. But when he leaves, he just walks off and never looks back. Cats are smart.

Cats will amusingly tolerate humans only until someone comes up with a tin opener that can be operated with a paw.