It seems to me that the natural inclination of a cat is to explore and to be wild and free. Whereas dogs, even in the wild, live in packs and take shelter in caves (which makes them ideally suited to being kept in houses as pets,) cats are solitary and independent, scavenging and hunting for food alone. It seems like house cats are not really all that different from wild lions and cougars, in terms of instincts, and the only reason why they don’t attack their owners and try to kill them is that they’re not big enough or we’re not small enough. They move in the same way, hunt in the same way, and generally behave in the same way as wildcats. We buy toys and furniture that attempt to replicate the cat’s natural habitat and natural prey animals, but is the cat really enjoying this as much as he would enjoy being wild and chasing mice in alleys, or hunting for birds in the woods?
Is it more fun to whack off or or to make love to a woman? Is it more fun to pedal a stationary bike or ride a real bike? Is it more fun to drink Postum or drink espresso?
See what I’m getting at here? A cat has certain natural desires, and being kept in someone’s house is preventing it from fully realizing those desires. I can’t help but think that my cat must be bored as hell, even though it has fake mice and catnip to play with and a scratching post (which it never even uses).
Whenever I open my front door, it tries to run out. Clearly it doesn’t want to be living with me, it wants to be outside. When I first found my cat, he was running around in the street. I stopped my car and ran out and grabbed him so he wouldn’t be hit by a car. Ever since, he has been my pet. But I think he misses the outdoors and I think deep down in his heart, he would rather be wild and free, to do as he pleases, even though this carries the risk of being killed in a traffic accident. He’s obviously not aware of how dangerous the outside world is; his instinct is telling him that the outside world is a jungle and that he is the king. He has basically the same instinct that a cat 20,000 years ago had, long before civilization even existed.
I can’t let him go free, for his own sake (and because I like having him as a pet.) But, unlike a dog who loves his owner and will jump and bark with joy each time you come home and open the door, the cat does not view me as his master. He just views me as someone who’s sharing a space with him. I don’t think he is loyal to me.
So, given this, are we doing an unethical thing by keeping cats in our houses? Are we basically subjecting them to an imprisonment in an unnatural environment?