In an article by Will Cohu, reviewing a book calledThe Character of Cats by Stephen Budiansky, I found the following provocative quote:
"With the exception of the odd good ratter, the cat has not adapted to humans by making itself useful and retains its own silent agenda. Despite possessing intelligence, it has, generally speaking, not shown any inclination to put its abilities to use, unless it can see an immediate reason. ...
In human terms, cats lack altruism and are lazy."
The implied question seems to be - so why do we like them so much?
When I got over my initial indignation, it occurred to me that the fact that they lack altruism and are lazy may actually be one reason we do like them. Cats are our id: They are what we secretly would like to be - if we weren't so well-socialized.
I remember my last cat, a lazy old lady, laying regally on my bed as I was rushing to work, with a million tasks and responsibilities to fulfill before the end of the day. I wasn't jealous (or just a little). Instead, I found something gratifying about it - as if a part of me would get to spend the day just lolling around, trying out new places to feel comfortable, doing nothing I didn't feel like doing. Now I have an exuberant, anarchic, always-in-trouble and always-forgiven kitten. It's easy to see why I adore him - I was such a well-behaved child!
I'd be interested in hearing what others think: Just what do we love so much about cats?
If you're interested in reading the complete review, you can reach it at:
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/arts/main...21/bomain.html
"With the exception of the odd good ratter, the cat has not adapted to humans by making itself useful and retains its own silent agenda. Despite possessing intelligence, it has, generally speaking, not shown any inclination to put its abilities to use, unless it can see an immediate reason. ...
In human terms, cats lack altruism and are lazy."
The implied question seems to be - so why do we like them so much?
When I got over my initial indignation, it occurred to me that the fact that they lack altruism and are lazy may actually be one reason we do like them. Cats are our id: They are what we secretly would like to be - if we weren't so well-socialized.
I remember my last cat, a lazy old lady, laying regally on my bed as I was rushing to work, with a million tasks and responsibilities to fulfill before the end of the day. I wasn't jealous (or just a little). Instead, I found something gratifying about it - as if a part of me would get to spend the day just lolling around, trying out new places to feel comfortable, doing nothing I didn't feel like doing. Now I have an exuberant, anarchic, always-in-trouble and always-forgiven kitten. It's easy to see why I adore him - I was such a well-behaved child!
I'd be interested in hearing what others think: Just what do we love so much about cats?
If you're interested in reading the complete review, you can reach it at:
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/arts/main...21/bomain.html