Look - my feisty feline has a purer civilizational provenance than I do, as I'm quite sure I have a significant amount of Neanderthal blood in me, hence my fondness for a cappella music and my eyebrows that shelter me from the rain.
In any case, how amazing to think that a glorious, affectionate creature like my darling calico Lexie is likely to have had the same grandmother 100,000 years removed as a revolting line of bony, ill Siameses that people pay money for. Buying a cat, indeed. How absurd, as if giving money makes it yours. Feeding it and getting it to like you more than all the other people who'd feed it are what makes a cat yours.
I need this weekend - I'm exhausted. Some visitors invited themselves over from Paris and anxious as I am to see them I hope to fuck they don't show up until tomorrow. Also I have some new books to review, this time from Bloomsbury, and they look like I'll have to try hard to like them.
If it wasn't already taken, they should just call that place The Pottery Barn; I don't think I saw a single title I recognized in their catalogue besides Harry Potter's adventures. All the other authors must be pisssed off the entire marketing budget of the place is going into one mega-institution (besides a something for sending review copies to bloggers).
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That's really interesting. It amazes me when I think about how easy it is to live with a cat despite our relative inability to communicate with each other. I think they developed the ability to purr only to get us humans to do stuff for them. And I'm sure Minou has figured out the benefits of being cute and exactly when doing something cute will get him what he wants.
But wild cats purr too...
Feeding the cat more than other people and getting it to like you makes you the cat's, not the other way around.
That's true about the purring, Jiri, but I think the fact tigers purr is the only reason humans haven't slaughtered them all for decorative rugs yet, even though they're above us in the food chain and make such awesome decorative rugs.
I think where people and cats overlap is our mutual idea of cuteness, and our opposable thumbs that feed them, and their natural instincts to kill small rodents and to shit in boxes. Actually it's quite a lot to build a relationship on.
I know Minou is a hero for all the houseflies he kills - then again, we wouldn't need him to be a hero if we left the unbalcony door closed but we leave it open for the cats. What a clever little guy!
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