Professor Ceiling Cat (observing Matt Dillahunty’s four cats): “I think the cat should be the Official Pet of Atheists™.”
Matt: It’s actually the other way around: the atheist is the Official Pet of Cats.
An exchange in Austin
July 27, 2015 • 9:30 am
Matt is correct. Cats own us, we don’t own them. We are here for their convenience. No problem.
The value of my existence has been defined by my ability to open a can at precisely 4:00pm.
And if the cats are nowhere to be found in the house, just run the can opener, they will appear in an instant. Of course with the advent of easy open pull tab cat food cans that pavlovian response may no longer apply.
Oh, they’ll come for the pop. Pavlovian response still applies. 🙂
I have become the official pet of three black, feral cats that hang out on our block because I started giving them treats. I don’t think they care that I’m a devotee of Cthulhu. Anyway, I’ve named them Larry, Moe, and Curly.
“Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn.
In his house at R’lyeh dead Cthulhu waits dreaming.”
And that’s why you shouldn’t talk with your mouth full.
I agree with Matt! Xena, Warrior Princess, has me well trained. Oh, ‘scuse me, gotta go.
Treat time.
Nice little bit of tit-for-cat.
All cats are great Atheists regardless of who is in charge. Even the religious should not argue that – but probably do.
I’ve been told by believers: The only way to heaven is through jebus and there IS a cat/d*g/other pets heaven Therefore, some cats/d*gs do believe in jebus. It’s all very, very clear and sensible. Right?
Yea, but always that tricky part about the soul. They would be saying our pets have one of those souls which is the ticket/device that goes to heaven or hell as the case may be.
But if jebus says it’s true I hope my cats have been good. Really don’t want them down there burning away.
Nah…cats aren’t atheists; they’re gods, and smart enough to recognize that, if they exist, then gods really are for real….
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Well then, that settles it for everyone.
You have blasphemed Bastet. Let me know if anything untoward happens.
We’re all touched gently by the paw of Ceiling Cat. That is, until we misbehave, then we are slapped.
Or gently batted, or nipped, or pounced, or one-stray-clawed 😉
It’s a cool cat that can smell its own pet.
Dogs have a place at the table, too.
Might that place be serving cats?
I asked my cat about this, and he said, “You may pet me now.”
Cats aren’t atheists, they’re Taoists. They’re quite adaptable. “So, you didn’t respond to my vocal complaint about the litter box? I’ll kick it up a notch and pee on the carpet!”