This weird thought came to me as I watched my cat contentedly rubbing her nose against the edge of a cardboard box the other night. She seems to get such pleasure from this activity. She does it a lot. I began to wonder what it would be like if people derived pleasure from rubbing their cheeks and ears against cardboard. Would we sit in front of the TV of an evening with a piece of cardboard in our hand, contentedly rubbing our faces against it as we watched? Would we keep a piece by the bed for early morning rubbings? I might perhaps need one in the car for traffic jam boredom.
If we were cat-like, would we find comfort in sitting in recycling bins because they are warm? If there was nothing on TV, might I find myself curled up in the paper recycling? It seems a good place to go to when life gets a bit much.
If we were cat-like would we find the need to kneed on the chest of anyone sitting down?
If we were cat-like would we find the warmth of laptop keyboards more appealing than the temptation to type?
If we were cat-like would it take ages for us to walk to the shops? We’d need to stop at every tree to sharpen our finger nails.
If we were cat-like there would be no need for baths or showers. When we’re not rubbing our faces against cardboard while watching TV we could be washing our bits and pieces.
I’m not sure we’d get much done if we were cat-like. We’d spend most of our time sleeping and we’d sleep in fits and starts rather than in one solid period of time so work would be a big no-no for starters. But, then again, as I’ve written about recently, perhaps it is a good thing we are not more cat-like. We’d be busy plotting world domination.