The cow jumped over the moon. And the dish ran away with the spoon. Both are nocturnal hunters, both move with amazing silence and impressive stealth, and eat relatively the same diet. Owls and cats are kindred spirits, cousins if not siblings on the evolutional pyramid. It's kind of freaky when you see its eye looking at you from a bush as you're wlking down the street in the middle of the night.
Cat urine glows under black light.
I really like the way cats are. Moving in such an elegant way, hunting in an unerring manner, purring softly, but also scratching wildly. And I like women being like this even more.