Sylvester The Cat Quotes

Then I grab her. I can’t help it. I grab her and pull her against me. I need to feel her, to touch her, to smell her. I kiss her, because I really need to taste her. I hear the tiny little noises she makes when she’s excited, and she growls against my lips. The coach barks out, “Knock it off, Reed!” I lift my head, but I imagine I have stars flying around my head like Sylvester the cat after he gets hit with a rolling pin. “But she’s Mrs. Reed, coach!” I call back. “Congratulations,” he says drolly. But he’s smiling too. “Now get a room.” My

Unlike truly wild animals, for instance, they weren’t shy of Dollar’s traps—especially once they realized that they would always be released. He snared a few cats so often that he named them. “We caught Sylvester every day for three weeks in a row,” Dollar marvels. “He wasn’t going to purr or rub up against our legs or anything, but he figured, ‘I go in this box, I eat the bait, and these guys come get me out the next day.’