Ancestors survived five mass extinctions on earth for me to be killed by a house cat I was trying to put a Christmas sweater on.

What do you mean I overthink things (as I wonder if I hurt my dog’s feelings by liking cat videos on Instagram)?

I wish I was a cat. No bills, no job, just meow, meow.

I love when my cat sighs at me, like what’s got you stressed out my little freeloading homicidal maniac!?

I hate when my cat runs into my bedroom and hisses at an empty chair, then runs back out again; and I then have to fall asleep holding a crucifix.

I noticed my mouse problem is back an I yelled at my cats for being lazy and not doing their job, like I was in a Tom and Jerry cartoon.

You’d think the thing in my house with the most cat hair on it would be my cat.

People that hate cats will come back as mice in their next life.

When you’re a child, you want to be a teenager. When you’re a teenager, you want to be an adult. When you’re an adult, you want to be a cat.

Our neighbor complained that our cat is always running through his garden. My father said: “Okay, I’ll tell her.”

My one cat vomited her dinner and then the other cat went in and started eating it. And that, my friends, is what ChatGPT is to me.

I love that cats slap the shit out of everything they can’t understand.

Girl cats get named after ancient goddesses and boy cats get named after Taco Bell menu items.

I want to be a house cat and simply slap the shit out of anything in front of me that I do not understand.

Training a cat is very easy. After a few days, you do what she wants.