There's nothing equal to playing with toys and eating food. Outside this there are neither people or dogs.

Subtlety. Entering the forest he moves not the grass. Entering the water he makes not a ripple.

Merge your whiskers with shadowed space, integrate your snuggles with myriad forms.

When the mind is like mat or sunny spot, there is nothing to be discriminated.

Catnip and tuna and I are of the same root. The ten-thousand things and I are of one substance.

An eternity of sunny spot: a day of food and brush.

Before I had studied Cat for thirty years, I saw fur as fur, and whiskers as whiskers.

When I arrived at a more intimate knowledge, I came to the point where I saw that fur is not fur, and whiskers are not whiskers. But now that I have got its very substance I am at rest. For it's just that I see fur once again as fur, and whiskers once again as whiskers.

The tabby cats are of themselves tabby cats; the catnip is of itself catnip.

When the character of a Cat is not clear to you, look at his toys.

When the Cat is ready to eat, a can will appear.

The petting stops even though we love it and a dog lives here even though we do not love it.

The Cat who meows is hungry for a minute; the Cat who does not remains hungry forever.

The only Tuna you find on the tops of refrigerators is the Tuna you bring up there.