We love cats for their beauty, softness and warmth, as well as the lovely sound they make when they’re happy. Mikołaj Golachowski sings a paean to cats—those sweet murderers and majestic anarchists whose purring makes wounds heal faster and illnesses easier to treat.
As the old joke goes, a dog thinks this about a man: “He gives me food and shelter, plays with me and cares for me, gives me all I need . . . He must be a god!” In the next picture, the cat comes to the completely opposite conclusion: “He gives me food and shelter, plays with me and cares for me, gives me all I need . . . I must be a god!”
If you are on close terms with even one cat, you will probably admit to the accuracy of this joke. Among all the animals that we consider domesticated, the cat is the only one that doesn’t contribute to our survival in any way, at least not in any practical sense. We love cats for the fact that they are pretty, soft, and warm, and make a great sound when they are happy. Therefore, we joyfully
