Cat philosophy, or being philosophical about cats anyway
I don't pretend to know philosophy as written by famous people. I even tried a book that summed them all up, and couldn't get into it.
All I want to know is how to reconcile the softness, beauty, and charm of a cat with the grossest serial murder of birds. I feed my cat well, yet she is out there right now, getting birds as they fill up with seed berries from trees in my yard. Two on my doorstep by 9 am. I didn't complain when she rid the house of mice, and then the yard, where mouse half torsos and tails littered my path. I tried to have a talk with her about less gruesomeness, but we all know what that talk is like. Or any talk.
If the biological imperative is to get food, then why does she eat my cat food instead of her kill? And how do I accept this? Is this what we humans are like, long after we got past any traits that might be considered biological imperative? Is this really not a philosophy question, but a biology one, because the nature of cats is such a mixture of wild and tame?
Perhaps cats are a biological, sociological, and philosophical subject unto themselves. And I should just accept it as it is.