Cats are connoisseurs of comfort.
A farmer once told me one of the greatest luxuries of his life was to wake up early only to go back to sleep again.
This old man had once told me that he left school when he was twelve, whereas I had spent most of the twenty-four years in my life in study. Yet when I looked back on the last hour or so I could come to only one conclusion. I’d had more of books, but he had more of learning.
Old Herriot may be limited in some respects, but by God, he can wrap a cat.
I can’t bear it, Mr. Herriot. He was like a Christian was that pig, just like a Christian.
If having a soul means being able to feel love and loyalty and gratitude, then animals are better off than a lot of humans.
If you decide to become a veterinary surgeon you will never grow rich, but you will have a life of endless interest and variety.
I hope to make people realize how totally helpless animals are, how dependent on us, trusting as a child must that we will be kind and take care of their needs.
Animals are unpredictable things, and so our life is unpredictable. It’s a long tale of little triumphs and disasters and you’ve got to really like it to stick it.
No animal is a better judge of comfort than a cat...
I have felt cats rubbing their faces against mine and touching my cheek with claws carefully sheathed. These things, to me, are expressions of love.
I wish people would realize that animals are totally dependent on us, helpless, like children, a trust that is put upon us.
I could do terrible things to people who dump unwanted animals by the roadside.
Dogs like to obey. It gives them security.
That quotation about not having time to stand and stare has never applied to me. I seem to have spent a good part of my life – probably too much – in just standing and staring and I was at it again this morning.
At times it seemed unfair that I should be paid for my work; for driving out in the early morning with the fields glittering under the first pale sunshine and the wisps of mist still hanging on the high tops.