This post has nothing to do with comics. This is just me thinking about things, as I would often do when my mind wanders. When I’m having lunch there’s this cat that hangs outside our backdoor wall, waiting to be fed. He’s not our cat. I don’t think he’s anyone’s cat. I’ve seen him around all over the place, looking for other cats among the chickens. Outside, this cat doesn’t know who I am and doesn’t even respond to me. In fact, he even runs away from me. But when he’s at the backdoor, he’s my best friend, as he eyes the fish in my hand. He meows demandingly, as if I owe him this fish. I’ve taken to calling this cat Lolcat. So when he’s here, he’s kind of my cat, but most of the time, he’s not.
Once in a while Lolcat would appear at the wall with a large bloody gash on his side. Sometimes he would appear with a swollen paw, unable to jump. Sometimes he would appear, mouth open full of saliva. Turns out he would sometimes get some fish with a large bone somewhere and it gets stuck in his mouth or throat. I would try to help him if I could, but then he would disappear for days. I thought he would be dead. But he would turn up sometime later, perfectly all right, once again demanding food. I swear this cat has more than nine lives. He ought to have been dead several times over. I’ve seen him get injuries that would have killed other cats. But not this one. This one is a survivor.
It got me thinking, you know, Elmer style, what if this cat was human? It’s got to be a really lonely life. He has no friends, no family. He’s all alone. He doesn’t know where he’s going to get his food tomorrow and how he’s going to survive. And if gets sick or critically injured there is no one there to help him, no one there to keep him company or hold his hand and tell them everything is going to be all right. It’s terrifying. If Lolcat was human he would have gone insane from loneliness and despair.
So perhaps this is an argument for animals not really having the intelligence and consciousness like ours. Because it they thought and felt like us, animals like Lolcat and other animals under similar circumstances would just go insane. This is perhaps why animals can survive on their own like this. They don’t have any silly psychological and emotional problems to think about. It’s all instinct.
I don’t want to be like that though. I like having friends. I like having people I can count on and depend on. I like having someone hold my hand when I dearly need it.