Felis catus, also known as the domestic cat or Your Royal Highness, picked a winner when they got hitched to humans. Humans were going places, and cats made sure we were going there with fluff on our clothes and the sound of fur-ball-retching ringing in our ears. As humans moved from a menu item on the savannah to rulers of the planet who stood to gain the most? Not Homo sapiens; it was the cat. Carried along on our hair covered coat-tails the cat, through its assiduous pursual of self-interest, has come to dominate our lives, and therefore rule the world. If you doubt my assertion that cats rule, I would ask you, “Who never goes near a computer yet has been described as the ‘mascot of the internet’?” Not the internet’s architect, nor one of today’s so-called influencers. That’s right, the cat.
Winston Churchill, while a great lover of cats, was aware of their egocentrism. Before he was a wartime Prime Minister, he had been heard to remark that his beloved cat, Jock, was over indulged, and ‘owed so much to so many’. A phrase he was later to borrow for his praise of the RAF. Another world leader aware of the pulling power of cats is Donald Trump, which is why he wears a marmalade Tom on his head.
‘Dogs have owners, cats have staff’, goes the humorous sound bite that describes our relationship with the two most common household pets. Except cats don’t have staff, they have slaves. This relationship is all going one way. You might derive pleasure from your moggy, but that’s purely incidental. The cat is all about the cat; this is a toxic relationship. To prove this let’s carry out a little thought experiment analysing some typical cat behaviours in a human context. I was swiping through Tinder bios the other day. Sorry, did I say Tinder? I meant flicking through the CVs of eligible bachelors while in Human Resources and I came across these descriptors:
- Looking for a long-term exclusive relationship (nice!)
- Likes quality time at home (so far so good)
- Avoids medical care (really?)
- Fussy eater (hmmmm)
- Lies around all day long (not good)
- Leaves hair everywhere (yuck!)
- Will scratch if stroked the wrong way (weird)
- Prone to jealousy, but happy to be fondled by anyone who comes into the room (creepy!)
That’s swipe to the left for dates and mates but is endearingly self-indulgent for Mr Pussums. See what I mean? Toxic.
How did we get here? Slowly! Cats have played the long game. About ten million years ago the fossil record shows the appearance of a new group of small cats in the Fildae family (all cats, big and small). Then more recent archaeological data shows that about 8000ya humans and cats looked each other over and, liking what they each saw, moved in together. We saw a way of eliminating the hordes of rodents that had entered our houses following the newly harvested grains. Cats saw our recently developed first bricks and visualised a warmth hearth; they saw domesticated animals and imagined a world where food came to them; finally they saw the earliest forms of writing and visualised an information age their images would come to dominate. Cats were still hunting, but the prey was bigger than anything they’d previously dreamt of – us.
Don’t misunderstand me, I’m a cat lover, I’m just not blind to their conniving ways. Just as I’m not blind to the motivations of my human lovers. It’s just so much easier to put the cat down (on the floor – shame on you for thinking otherwise), outside or have it neutered. If every Tom, Dick or Harriet could accept those terms then I might find a permanent spot by the hearth or even on the bed.
Much love to you all,
Cecily