Sometimes the smallest things
There are two means of refuge from the misery of life —
When I play with my cat, who knows if I am not
If man could be crossed with the cat
take up the most space in your heart.
From Winnie the Pooh
music and cats.
Albert Schweitzer
a pastime to her more than she is to me?
Michel de Montaigne
it would improve man, but deteriorate the cat.
Mark Twain