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I was wondering what kind of giant would come, but you're just some tail-coated Romeo.
Tanaquil gently toed the peeve. "I'll unfasten the window. Jump out to the lower roof and run."
"Stay and bite," said the peeve.
Buckler, a lean hack, and a greyhound for coursing. An olla
Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus
[never tickle a sleeping dragon]
Tabby warrior looked like a baby crow with a black frill
...the petrel, mindless of such height,
scales each watery hill
that rises up, adapting to the shape
of each impediment, each low escape
instinct in it, the scope of its flight
fitted to its will.
In the image of the lion made He kittens small and curious.
Tits are inconsequential, but someone pass me that kitten
Damn it, MacRieve, if you keep calling me kitten, then I'm going to start calling you something equivalent, like hound dog - and then we'll both be losers.
Donneven, Bettaquit and Mmmhmmmm
Puppies are cute. I'm fierce!"
"Yeah!" Evelyn snorted. "Romas says you're as fierce as a kitten."
"A kitten?" Kiera's tone grew more hurt. "I'm not afraid of him, just because he's twelve feet tall and can bench press me with his toes. It's not nice of him to say that
Got a new pup. He is half griffon. The other half is mistake.
There were always dog walkers out & about. Sometimes they even stopped for a chat while the various mutts inspected each other. Rebus would be asked how old his dog was.
No idea.
The breed, then ?
Mongrel.
And all the while, he would be thinking about cigarettes.
Old Titme the clock-settter, that bald sexton,Time.
The cat of the slums and alleys, starved, outcast, harried, still keeps amid the prowlings of its adversity the bold, free, panther-tread with which it paced of yore the temple courts of Thebes, still displays the self-reliant watchfulness which man has never taught it to lay aside.
The squealing little arse-gerbil.
She was as inept at causing pain as she was at giving pleasure. Strange lioness, indeed! She thought she possessed claws, but when she tried to bare them, nothing emerged from her magnificent velvet paws. Her scratches were of velvet!
Raven." There was a long pause as Ronan regarded his hand. "Maybe a crow. But I doubt it. I ... yeah, seriously doubt it. Corvus corax."
Even drunk, Ronan knew the Latin name for the common raven.
Kitten, this is my best mate, Charles, but you can call him Spade. Charles, this is Cat, the woman I've been telling you about. You can see for yourself that everything I've said is ... an understatement.
Who would come for her?" he snarled, rallying.
Behind me, a voice shouted, "Tybalt, King of Cats. My claim precedes yours.
Can a wolfe be beautiful?
Such an angry little Kitten, with such sad eyes. Who hurt you, Georgia? Who took the light out of those pretty blue eyes, ehh?
Calico Kitty
My calico kitty
was painted and primed
she could prowl
the night away ~
without spending a dime...
If Gray Wing thinks he's going to take us by surprise, then he can think again! We'll be ready. He halted and stared between the trees. Beyond, the moor rose like a spine arching against the setting sun. You want battle? He pictured Gray Wing training his cats to fight. I'll give you war.
I'm a frightened little cat that learned to act like a lion
For Caleb's kittens
Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity, there never was a cat of such deceitfulness and sauvity.
Wrinkles was her big gray cat. Sierra named him Wrinkles because when he was a little baby he had a wrinkly face. He slept in Sierra's room, but not always on the bed. Mommy said that was 'cause Wrinkles had an attitude. Most cats had attitudes, actually.
Between roars the lion purrs.
Stubborn, snarly male.
I'm a Corgi. Note the capitalization. Many humans neglect to use the capital C, but you really should.
# I saw the most beautiful cat today. It was sitting by the side of the road, its two front feet neatly and graciously together. Then it gravely swished around its tail to completely encircle itself. It was so fit and beautifully neat, that gesture, and so self-satisfied, so complacent.
We used to call her Little, Little come here, we'd say. Little, unhand the cat, but then one day she won't let us, "I am big," she says and her face is stormy.
Oh, Barley. You know me so well. Better than any cat ever has. But there is a secret that I have kept from you without meaning to: I have always been a warrior. I have a loyalty to these cats, and I must fight alongside them, whatever happens.
Tigerclaw flicked his tail. How who were?
THE GRACKLE
The
Trinity Royal, which was being nuzzled by a dozen small launches nosing into her flank like piglets suckling on a sow.
That's a fine-looking cat.
We should have learned by now not to be surprised by kittypets.
Graystripe
Oh, this beast? It's ... perspicacious loris. 'Perspicacious' meaning 'wise or canny'."
"Get stuffed," Bovril said, then giggled.
"And it insults people," Telsa said. "How peculiar.
Lindsay calls them the Pugs: pretty from far away, ugly up close.
upon Dibon even more, a lion for those of Moab
lion looking for someone to devour.
papillon, was staring up at an old woman sitting hunched
Cats, so strong and gentle, the pride of the household ...
Call me Tanny, please. Montana is what my Master calls me.
Lions make leopards tame.
The cat who wants his bowl of cream must know when to purr and when to show his claws - Ser Kyle, the Cat of Misty Moor
One too like thee: tameles, and Swift, and proud.
What did the cat look like?"
"I don't know. He was a little thing. Tiny. Lion ... I think. You know, the breed with all the hair."
"Tiny. Right. The world is filled with tiny lion males.
The lookout that first sights the cat shall have ten guineas and remission of sins, short of mutiny, sodomy, or damaging the paintwork.
To a coward, a kitten is a fierce lion.
Teracia was a tatted former client in her forties that had met the love of her life thanks to Gerri. She was Gerri's first attempt at matchmaking.
In the hurtling pronghorn, the vanished predators have left behind a heartrending spectacle. Through the smoking displays of wild abandon runs a desperate spirit, resigned to racing pickup trucks in its eternal longing for cheetahs.
For thirty centuries, from her sacred seat the cat looked down, and crouching at her feet, beheld the race of conquering Pharaohs kneel.
Allie-Cat? Oh help me Rhonda. He's given me a pet name.
The Tigris is so fierce and rapid, and swallows its alluvial banks so greedily, that it is probable that some of the buildings described by the Hebrew traveller Benjamin of Tudela as existing in the twelfth century were long since carried away.
[Showing the apartment to Tiziano ]
MARLEEN WALKER: "Let me alert you that animals are banned in this building."
TIZIANO CONTI: "Am I breaking the law right now?
Tigerkit! Have you been eavesdropping again? Tawnypelt glared at her dark tabby kit, but it was easy to see the fondness in her eyes.
I would like to choose my own warrior name. If it is all right, I wish to be known as Crowfeather." Crowpaw spoke so quietly, his voice was almost lost in the pounding water. "I wish to keep alive the memory of . . . of the cat who did not return from the first journey.
Sisters of the Nigrizia
I recognize the lion by his paw.
Gaby wasn't having much luck with cats lately. The stray from yesterday had left her with red welts and a bad dream, and Lemon had just tried to eat her hair.
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
MY NAME IS BARSCH LA TERGAN, HEAR ME ROAR!
some evil old ruffian of a Dog-stealer
There are cats and cats.
Regardless of the breed, cats
comely Savannah Frost approaching my front door. She
There are no ordinary cats.
I live in a high-rise apartment building, so I just have two cats. They're both pound kitties. One of them, Dick, is an evil, foot-biting cat. When I write a tiger morph, I'm always imagining Dick.
The strays keep arriving: now we have 5 cats and they are tenuous, flighty, con- ceited, naturally bright and awesomely beautiful. one
Purr more, hiss less
Right now I'm looking at a liger out my bedroom window. He's half lion and half tiger. And he's absolutely beautiful. His name is Patrick.
The Tippoo's life seemed charmed. He stepped in blood, but none of it was his and it seemed as though he could not die, but only kill, and so he did, cold-bloodedly, deliberately, exultantly defending his city and his dream against the barbarians who had come to snatch his tiger throne.
Do you have a name?" asked Gerta. "I do," said the raven. Gerta waited. The raven fluffed its beard. "I am the Sound of Mouse Bones Crunching Under the Hooves of God."
A cat is a cat. She has no race creed or collar.
He knew what she wanted, and he wanted it, too; he was ready, but not, despite her gorgeousness, with Tiglah. Tiglah was not worth losing his ability to touch a unicorn.
Gray, I love you.
A fiery little cat you are, Caecelia. Like a lioness in heat, oh how you bloom.
Her nature is like a demonstrative cat's; she is delicate, acutely sensitive to cold, and incredibly caressing in her ways.
Despite his size and broad-shouldered build, there was a feline quality about him ... he was like a lazy but potentially deadly tiger.
Genghises. Large, angry Genghises.
What species is he?" "British
Kitty, The "Secret Annexe
What are you?" I said irritably.
"In the Serengeti, Ms. Lane, I would be the cheetah. I'm stronger, smarter, faster, and hungrier than everything else out there. And I don't apologize to the gazelle when I take it down.
We guard the edge of the world," Dawnstripe told him. "The other Clans sit cozy in their marshes and woods, fed by the river and sheltered by our moor. They never know the true taste of the wind or the scent of first snow. There's no Clan cat faster or more nimble than a WindClan cat.
Twi-moms! I love them, the little cougars!
No tame animal has lost less of its native dignity or maintained more of its ancient reserve. The domestic cat might rebel tomorrow.
What will this boaster produce worthy of this mouthing? The mountains are in labor; a ridiculous mouse will be born.
[Lat., Quid dignum tanto feret hic promissor hiatu?
Parturiunt montes; nascetur ridiculus mus.]
The ginger she-cat behind him is Scarlet, and the silver tabby is O'Hara.
As for her cat, Galahad made an appearance, regally ignored everyone under four feet until he clued in that this variety of humans was more likely to drop food on the floor, or sneak him handouts. He ended in a gluttonous coma, tubby belly up under a table.
It had the expression common to all kittens, that of a tyrant in the becoming. I was comfortable, and you dared to move, those jade eyes said. For that you must die.
My own particular feline companion answers, or rather doesn't answer, to Cinnamon. One of my kids must have given her the name, even though she's mostly gray and white.
Shall I compare thee to a Shoggoth?
The huge cat, Galahad, was draped over the back of Eve's sleep chair like a drunk over a bar at last call. Since he'd spent several hours the night before attacking boxes, fighting with ribbon, and murdering discarded wrapping paper, she left him where he was so he could sleep it off.
He was a dandy with on eear cocked, a gleam on his claw and a glint in his eye. He sauntered through the market square elegant and tattered, admired and cursed: a highwayman, a gentleman thief. His name was Taggle, for the three kittens had been Raggle, Taggle, and Bone.
Grandeur. chapter seventeen Harrison Tibble was a thirty-five-year vet on the police force.
Mistress of the grisly and the glutinous
He's such a dear, Mr. Garnet. A beautiful, pure, bred Persian. He has taken prizes."
"He's always taking something - generally food.