In the domestic space, felines seem so ensnared, so ensorcelled by our hands, our toys, our mechanical robots, and as T. S. Elliot once said, are always forced to be on the wrong side of the door.
But in nature, they’re in their element.
Before a Cat will condescendT.S. Eliot, Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats
To treat you as a trusted friend,
Some little token of esteem
Is needed, like a dish of cream;
And you might now and then supply
Some caviare, or Strassburg Pie,
Some potted grouse, or salmon paste —
He’s sure to have his personal taste.