People of the catamount sort always has.

You'd better gin a thought to yourself now.

I got you into this scrape, and I mean to see you out, as the dog said to the 'possum in its hole.

Git up onto this four-legged quadruped and go as fur as I go on the road to peace and safety.

Now, I tell you what, the hawk's got a mighty good purchase onto you, my chicken, and he's jest about to light, and when he lights, look out fer feathers! Don't sleep under the paternal shingles, as they say.