Roger Andrew Caras (May 24, 1928 – February 18, 2001) was an American wildlife photographer, writer, wildlife preservationist and television personality.
Cats make one of the most satisfying sounds in the world: they purr. [. . . ] Almost all cats make us feel good about ourselves because they let us know they feel good about us, about themselves, and about our relationship with them. A purring cat is a form of high praise, like a gold star on a test paper. It is a reinforcement of soemthing we would all like to believe about ourselves -- that we are nice.
Generally, or at least very often, people with a deep interest in animals are the best people around.
Cats virtually always underestimate human intelligence just as we, perhaps, underestimate theirs.
I always thought that my canine family tended to view me as the funny-looking two-legged dog who runs the can opener.
Try throwing a ball just once for a dog. It would be like eating only one peanut or potato chip. Try to ignore the importuning of a Golden Retriever who has brought you his tennis ball, the greatest treasure he possesses!
In Egypt: Under no conditions, under threat of death could anyone kill a cat. People were exceuted for even killing a cat accidentally. And when a cat died, the whole family, and probably their closest friends, went into mourning, the measure of their personal loss signalled by their shaving off their eyebrows.
I am as confounded by dogs as I am indebted to them.
We derive immeasurable good, uncounted pleasures, enormous security, and many critical lessons about life by owning dogs.
For me a house or an apartment becomes a home when you add one set of four legs, a happy tail, and that indescribable measure of love that we call a dog.
We are the ones who have high blood pressure, ulcers, and heart attacks, not cats.
If you don't own a dog, at least one, there is not necessarily anything wrong with you, but there may be something wrong with your life.
Cats can be cooperative when something feels good, which, to a cat, is the way everything is supposed to feel as much of the time as possible.
Why cat were given such terrific peripheral vision when they spend so much time looking down their noses is difficult to understand.
There are only three sins - causing pain, causing fear, and causing anguish. The rest is window dressing.
Anyone who has owned many cats in long succession can define his or her life as a series of furry episodes.
Who can go to a rodeo and then criticize the hunter?. . . an expertly placed bullet would be the best gift a rodeo horse could receive.
It's our mortality that terrifies us, because what we're really seeking is immortality - that is, after all, a fool's errand.
It doesn't matter where you are in your own personal development, nor has it mattered where you have been culturally; dogs simply don't pass judgment on you the way all of the rest of life and all your other companions seem to.
Being patted is what it is all about.