Black cat, white cat, what does it matter as long as the cat catches mice?
It doesn't matter if a cat is black or white, so long as it catches mice.
The worthy administrators of justice are like a cat set to take care of a cheese, lest it should be gnawed by the mice. One bite of the cat does more damage to the cheese than twenty mice can do.
No matter if it is a white cat or a black cat; as long as it can catch mice, it is a good cat.
Black cat or white cat: If it can catch mice, it's a good cat
Oh cat, I'd say, or pray: be-ootiful cat! Delicious cat! Exquisite cat! Satiny cat! Cat like a soft owl, cat with paws like moths, jewelled cat, miraculous cat! Cat, cat, cat, cat.
There is no such thing as pure good or pure evil, least of all in people. In the best of us there are thoughts or deeds that are wicked, and in the worst of us, at least some virtue. An adversary is not one who does loathsome acts for their own sake. He always has a reason that to him is justification. My cat eats mice. Does that make him bad? I don't think so, and the cat doesn't think so, but I would bet the mice have a different opinion.
The fishhook catches the fish; the truth catches the lie; the death catches the life; the love catches the hate!
It is better to have a cat and mouse game where the cat has the upper hand than a cat and mouse game where the mice are ruling. Because the latter means that the market participants are given free range. That was actually the big misconception of our national hero Ronald Reagan, who always talked about the magic of the market.
While the cat's away, the mice will play.
I don’t care if the cat is black or white, I just want it to kill the mice.
After eating a hundred mice, the cat makes a hadj to Mecca.
...But nature does not say that cats are more valuable than mice; nature makes no remark on the subject. She does not even say that the cat is enviable or the mouse pitiable. We think the cat superior because we have (or most of us have) a particular philosophy to the effect that life is better than death. But if the mouse were a German pessimist mouse, he might not think that the cat had beaten him at all. He might think he had beaten the cat by getting to the grave first.
Why so scrawny, cat? Starving for fat fish or mice... Or backyard love?
When you get a cat to catch the mice in your kitchen, you can't expect it to ignore the rats in the cellar.