C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.
Cat
Mrs. Crupp had indignantly assured him that there wasn’t room to swing a cat there; but as Mr. Dick justly observed to me, sitting down on the foot of the bed, nursing his leg, “You know, Trotwood, I don’t want to swing a cat. I never do swing a cat. Therefore what does that signify to me!”
