the Cat Quotes

“I bet he’s in the pumpkin patch.” But the Duck was not in the pumpkin patch. They could not find him anywhere. So they waited...All that long afternoon... The Cat watched the door. The Squirrel paced the floor. “The Duck will be sorry when he comes home,” they muttered. But the Duck didn’t come home. Not even at soup time.

“That’s mine!” squeaked the Squirrel. “Stirring is my job. Give that back!” “You’re much too small.” snapped the Cat. “We’ll cook the way we always have.” But the Duck held on tight... until the Squirrel tugged with all his might... and -WHOOPS!- the spoon spun through the air, and bopped the Cat on the head. Then there was trouble, a horrible squabble, a row, a racket, a rumpus in the old white cabin.

Pumpkin soup. The best you ever tasted. Made by the Cat who slices up the pumpkin. Made by the Squirrel who stirs in the water. Made by the Duck who scoops up a pipkin of salt, and tips in just enough.

“I don’t want to put things away because I’m all puffed up with anger!”

“And where, oh where did, did the puffed up cat float off to?”

“This cat is all puffed up with anger. Really mad and all puffed up! Feeling sulky and all puffed up.”

“Huff! Puff! So puffed up with anger that he inflated! Before he knew it, he was a hot air balloon!”

“When I left I promised I’d try to help him someday, although I couln’t see how. The rope around his neck is about the biggest, toughest rope you can imagine, with so many knots it would take days to untie them all.”

“When I grow up I’m going to have an airplane. Wouldn’t it be wonderful to fly just anywhere you might think of?”

“Did the slave-woman dream (asks the cat) or did a witch truly take her baby? And, if a witch truly came, did the witch tell the truth, or did she take the baby, roast it, and eat it at a witches picnic?”

“As it walks one way, it sings songs. As it walks the other, it tells stories. This is one of the stories the cat tells.”