Some say that it’s kitteh abuse to raise a cat as an atheist—to brainwash it into rejecting Ceiling Cat, Basement Cat, and any of the supercatual notions that give comfort to felids. Indeed, even the term “atheist cat” could be construed as a form of abuse. Nevertheless, today we have one of these on tap, number two in our series of atheist cats.
It’s Lydia, the cat of blogger, feminist, author, atheist, and all-around troublemaker Greta Christina and her wife. Greta has a very nice blog, which I’ve highlighted before (today’s entry features her other cat, Violet). She also wrote one of the best series of articles on atheism that I’ve ever read. You can find them here, and if you haven’t read them, do so immediately.
Lydia is pictured getting a belleh rub from Greta’s trophy wife (her description) Ingrid. Greta describes the situation:
From her adoring upside-down gaze, and from the sweet trustfulness with which she is letting her belleh be rubbed, you’d think Lydia was being photographed here in a rare moment of special feline/ human affection. You’d be wrong. Lydia is a belleh-rub tramp. Anyone, anytime, anywhere: that’s her motto.
Lydia was originally Ingrid’s cat but is now both of ours; Ingrid’s had her for about 13 years. She’s a New York native and San Francisco transplant. She’s also Exhibit A in a theory our vet had: that smart cats tend to be the aloof and cranky ones, and the dim cats tend to be the sweet ones. Lydia is definitely in the “sweet but dim” category. She knows how to work the belleh-rub action, though.
Today’s bonus is a sad arthritic cat (from Sick Cats):