Something my great-grandmother told me decades ago . . . ‘never trust a man who hates cats’ . . . comes to mind from time to time in various ways. Cats, by biological nature, are predatory, as is man, or so we must believe. Cats hunt and kill primarily for food for themselves and their young. They do not, en masse, band together and make war on each other or other species, for territorial or other reasons.
I do admire and respect intuitive functioning. It's true that cats are very intuitive, even past the realm of understanding which is admired as ‘reality’ or as the ‘rational’ course to take. People who profess not to like cats may simply be uneasy with or afraid of intuition, theirs or anything else's. Those who have good and workable intuition would not be threatened by a cat, however mysterious these creatures may seem. These people may also be frightened of their own intuitive feelings or thoughts. Fear is at the beginning of any discomfort we experience regarding interaction with any living creature on this planet.
It would not occur to me to get in close proximity with grizzlies or polar bears, or with wild hogs or cobras. Yet they must be admired and respected. They are here. I don’t hate them, or feel revulsion or fear at the sight of them. Big cats are magnificently designed, powerful and lovely to me. No plan to be out on the savanna with them, without reliable cover, comes to me, however.
So perhaps those who ‘hate’ cats . . . the domestic type, little house cats . . . are not so rational after all. It seems an irrational fear, the kind which has no reality of its own except the script we write in our heads to ensure that we feel safe and sound. These cats cannot kill us for food . . . only because they are smaller and less powerful than humans. Maybe it's the knowledge that if they WERE suddenly bigger they would hunt us that creates the fear. Loss of control, imagined or otherwise, is likely the primary issue.
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