Release date: 23 August 2021.
Psychoanalyse a kitten? Preposterous.
A talking kitten? Beyond reason.
A talking kitten that must be convinced to act reasonably? Completely and utterly impossible. See: kitten.
But for the sake of the kitten’s owners, not only is this psychologist going to give it a red-hot try—everyone might just end up surprised by what they learn about themselves.
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The Kitten Psychologist
There once was a little kitten who had decided that the outside was bad. One hundred percent, unequivocally, without question or shadow of a doubt, dangerous.
“I mean, why else,” said the kitten, purring and cleaning its paws, “would we live in houses?”
But, alas, one day, the kitten’s humans took it outside. Carried it right out the door.
“It was terrible,” the kitten told me over Skype after the event. “One hundred percent, unequivocally, without question or shadow of a doubt, terrible. There was snow. It was cold and wet and it stuck in my fur. My humans laughed at me when they put me down and I refused to move.”
Of course, I thought the kitten was being unreasonable. “Your ancestors lived outside. I’m sure they loved the snow. You should try it again.”
“Your ancestors grew crops along the Volga River,” the kitten pointed out. “Are you planning on trying that anytime soon?”
Darn kitten had a point.
I tried a different tack. “There’s all kinds of things you can do outside that you can’t do inside.”
“Oh, sure, catch diseases, fall on ice, get attacked by wild animals or drunk drivers, and then die. Although I suppose you could still die inside.” It flicked its tail thoughtfully.
“Dying without having ever left your house. That’s depressing.”
“Fruit flies do it all the time.” The kitten’s eyes widened. “That is depressing.”
“See?”
“Then I’ll just live a long and healthy life inside and, when I’m dying, I’ll have my humans take me outside where I can be with nature and junk. There. Problem solved.” The kitten glared at me before being scooted off the desk by its human, who had returned to continue our conversation.