I have a cat. I know what you're thinking there - BAD MOVE, BIJHAN! They are never functional. The only time in human history that cats ever served a purpose is when people believed that they would reduce the rat population. In all reality cats are not GREAT hunters nor do they have a voracious appetite, so this is largely a myth that resulted in a lot of farmers having a lot of cats and still having rodent problems.
Well, I do have a cat. He's massive and orange and named Hank. He has the tiniest little meow and the most enormous fucking body. He's also extremely fuzzy and leaves giant clumps of fur everywhere.
Since I live with two dudes who also are lazy and awesome like me, his water dish isn't always full and his litterbox always is. In fact just this morning he took a shit in my room because he wouldn't go into his own litterbox. I guess that makes him a bastard.
So really, cats suck. BUT WE LOVE THEM. Humans have a long-standing love-hate relationship with our miniature feline friends, and I think I know why.
Humans as a species most likely have the longest-standing relationship with lions. Lions and other savanna animals are the only animals on earth to have an inherent fear of humans because we evolved beside them. All other animals on earth must learn their fear of humans. So it stands to reason that the only animals WE have an inherent fear of also come from the savanna.
For some reason we love cats because they remind us of our species' home: the African plains, filled with hyenas, elephants, and FUCKING LIONS. A domesticated house cat is our personal little way of flipping nature the bird, in that we have won against our natural enemy.
BOTTOM LINE
So, Hank, continue to shit in my room. But I feed you and your life depends on ME! So your obedience is my victory over mother earth!
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