‘Who is my bestest little friend? Who has the prettiest fur? Who is the most darlingest kitty in the world? Do you like a cuddlie? What about a scritch behind the ears?’
Then we find I am still ‘only a cat’, eating my food from my bowls on the floor, forbidden to jump on the sink, unable to even sniff at human food, unless I am quick. Words that do not match actions. Where is the equality for cats?
