It certainly worked. We have here a species without opposable thumbs or the capacity to earn a paycheque who still rule the household.
People who think nothing of moving a spouse or dog to make a bed would never think of disturbing a cat. No, we adjust the covers around them and finish the job when they’re done one of their fifteen naps a day. Even Mohammed cut off the sleeve of his robe rather than disturb his sleeping cat.
I also think Mother Nature found delicious amusement in the fact that we are diurnal creatures and the cat is nocturnal. It’s difficult to get your eight hours sleep when your cat insists on being petted at one am. and then three am., and then fed at six am.
A cat comes when called, but only if she wants to. She won’t fetch a ball or play Frisbee with us. She thinks the ultimate gift for her human pet is a dead rodent. And they’re dangerous around computers. More than once I’m sure my cat Zoey has sent e-mails when I left the program open and slipped out for a coffee refill. When I get back she’s sitting there all innocent looking, cleaning her paws. Maybe she’s destroying the paw-print evidence?
Yet we feed them and spoil them and clean up after them. Why do we do it? I’d think of an answer if I could move this ball of fur that’s staring into my eyes with a fixed expression in the depths of those golden orbs, and I am getting sleepy...I am getting very sleepy.