We all have our “good old days” tucked away inside our hearts, and we return to them in daydreams like cats to favorite armchairs.
The cat in gloves catches no mice.
There are two means of refuge from the miseries of life: music and cats.
I believe cats to be spirits come to earth. A cat, I am sure, could walk on a cloud without coming through.
Do not meddle in the affairs of cats, for they are subtle and will piss on your computer.