So, I start the A to Z challenge series of posts with a big word. Don't worry, this is not the theme, this is the only big word I know. For those unfamiliar with this term you can find a full and riveting description of it here. In short, anthropomorphism is when humans, like me assign human characteristics to animals, non-living things or abstract concepts. In our household we anthropomorphise a lot, often with non-living things, occasionally with abstract concepts, always with our cats.
|Hmm, late for a very important anthropomorphism conference no doubt.|
Should we go out for the evening, we will talk about the cats and what they will be getting up to whilst we are away. Playing cards is our theory. Anyone who knows anything, however, will tell you this can't be true, and they are right. Cats don't play cards because they don't trust the cheetahs.
Our cats send us faxes when we are out, often demanding we bring back live salmon. We have explained that before they can have live salmon they would need a pond and there isn't room. Make room, we are told.
Our cats will solve complex maths puzzles in their sleep, or working out the value of Pi to 25 decimal places just for fun. One of our cats has just completed a complex problem for NASA in his sleep. We know all of this because it is true.
More grandiose tales abound such as business trips to foreign countries, looking after ancient cat trading empires. Diplomacy is important, although sometimes claws help too. Apparently the Chinese are particularly difficult felines to deal with, the food is a bit strange too.
My dear lady wife and I believe all cat owners must do this, as it makes perfect sense. We could also have horribly misjudged this, which might result in a knock on the door from some nice men in white coats armed with butterfly nets and sedatives.
Assuming that is not the case, Dear Reader, I will be back tomorrow with somthing to do with the letter B.