“Whoever heard me assert that the grey cat playing just now in the yard is the same one that did jumps and tricks there five hundred years ago will think whatever he likes of me, but it is a stranger form of madness to imagine that the present-day cat is fundamentally an entirely different one.” ThinkingYearsDifferentFormFiveImagineHeardHundredYears AgoCatMadnessStrangerTricksLikesImagine ThatYardsGreyPresent Day Author:Arthur Schopenhauer
“You'd really spend about a hundred dollars for fake testicles for your cat? I'm not sure I'd spend that for fake testicles for myself.” HundredCatDollarsFakeNot SureTesticles Author:John Dobbin
“I flung open the door. I got a momentary flash of about a hundred and fifteen cats of all sizes and colours scrapping in the middle of the room, and then they all shot past me with a rush and out of the front door; and all that was left of the mobscene was the head of a whacking big fish, lying on the carpet and staring up at me in a rather austere sort of way, as if it wanted a written explanation and apology.” IfsWayBigsWantedPastLyingLeftRoomsWrittenDoorsMiddleFrontsHundredShotsCatSizeFishesStaringExplanationColourApologyFlashFifteenCarpetMomentaryFront DoorsBig Fish Book:Expecting Jeeves Source: Expecting Jeeves
“For, though the room was silent, the silence of half a hundred cats is a peculiar thing, like fifty individual silences all piled one on top of another.” IndividualRoomsHalfSilenceHundredCatSilentFiftyPeculiar Book:Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell Source: Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell
“I have spent too much of my life opening doors for cats—I once calculated that, since the dawn of civilization, nine hundred and seventy-eight man-centuries have been used up that way. I could show you figures.” MenWayHas BeensShowsUsedToo MuchDoorsCenturyFiguresCivilizationHundredCatEightNineOpeningDawnSeventiesOpening Doors Book:The Door Into Summer Source: The Door Into Summer
“Hi. Cat was just keeping me company until you came back.” He glanced in the direction she’d just disappeared to before returning his attention to me. “Fourteen hundred and thirty-one." I blinked. "What's that?" "The year I was born, which is not, as you'll note, yesterday.” YearsBornAttentionCompanyHundredCatNotesYesterdayThirtyFourteen Author:Jeaniene Frost