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All our deep dives, hot takes, and reflections on the (complicated) inner life of your pet.
Your cat talks about “merit” despite sleeping 18 hours a day, champions success without ever having worked, and has suddenly developed a fascination with jumpers tied over the shoulders? You might have to consider an uncomfortable possibility: your cat is a Tory.
Does your cat now demand the status of “independent feline worker”? They might be a leftie. Let’s examine the most common symptoms of this feline radicalisation.
It might be time to accept the obvious: your cat is lesbian. Before you organise yet another disastrous set-up with the neighbour’s cat, let’s look at the clues that might confirm your suspicions.
Does your cat now call you “comrade”? Before they collectivise your couch or turn your flat into a feline people’s republic, here are the signs that should catch your attention.
Your cat believes all forms of authority are illegitimate, categorically refuses household rules and seems to see every piece of furniture as an opportunity for rebellion? Your cat might have turned into an anarchist.
Your cat now refuses any simple definition: one day “Mister Whiskers,” the next a medieval princess, then a bedside lamp until further notice. Here are the signs they’re genderfluid, and how to handle the situation.
Your cat turns their nose up at chicken pate, sniffs your broccoli with curiosity and now looks at the neighbourhood pigeons like comrades rather than prey. Could it be that your cat is vegan?
Your cat spends their days denouncing capitalism, systemic domination and the symbolic violence of the modern world. Fine so far. The problem is they deliver this speech with a glass of champagne in paw, from the velvet couch of a patron bankrolling their short film about the suffering of the working class.
You got home from work and thought you’d walked into the wrong house: no telly, no couch, not even your Hulk Hogan memorabilia. Your cat had donated everything to the needy of the neighbourhood, almost everything, anyway. Their cat tree, treats and heated blanket were still exactly where they’d always been. It might be time to face the truth: your cat is a socialist.