Socks

A cat's heart where his dish is.

We can't have a cat that bites in this house.

Isn't it funny the way cats are always attracted to people who don't like them?

Are you sure it's a good idea, keeping a cat when there's a baby in the house?

Mrs. Risley possessed the perfect lap, a lap rarely experienced by a cat who lived in a world of people determined to stay thin.

We can't have any fat cats around this house. We keep fit around here.

All babies are frightened the first time they see a bald head.

If Charles William was in danger, so was he. Maybe Charles William was of some use after all.

Meals were no longer served on time. Laps were always occupied. Lights were turned on in the night.

Socks needed every drop of consolation he could get.

Without love he was bewildered and dejected.

Owners must be disciplined. If they really wanted to be forgiven, they would have to tempt him with a snack from the refrigerator.

Socks' throat throbbed with purrs.

Look, if you're ever going to make change, you've got to learn that fifty cents is a lot more than twenty cents.

The post office does not want kittens any more than anyone else.

I need a kitten like a hole in the head.