“Now I am all alone. My only comfort is my sweet little cat. I'm just an old woman, waiting to die.” — Julie Berry Copy Share Image
“Fog The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on.” — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over the harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on. — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
“I never had a cat again. I still like cats, though I decided at the time that that poor little cat who… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
Our little cat comes for a snuggle, then the big cat mews for a stroke and moves a few paces, then another… — Sarah Millican Copy Share Image
“He fell in love with a skinny stray cat that would skulk around the dining hall during meals. Every day, Jake would… — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share Image
