Thats My Wife (The Moon)

A cat is a small creature in the middle of the food chain that is fully aware that you are a very large thing that could stomp its head in at any moment and yet it chooses to rest its tiny little head on your leg for a nap and spreads out on the floor near you exposing its belly and its most sensitive organs. It brings dead mice and bugs to you to share food.

Don’t you get it? This tiny thing trusts you. It wants to help you too. It licks your leg thinking that it’s helping. It kneads on you to find comfort. It shares its body warmth with you in the cold and gives you your space in the heat. It hisses at other mammals it sees outside including other cats in an effort to protect its family.

Now, to be clear, I am a sort of sickly weak-wristed Victorian academic and the closest I ever came to a fight in real life (when a 15yo girl stole my seat at a concert and threatened to 'knock my lights out' when I complained) I burst into tears. However, I enjoy this simulated violence a great deal. In fact, I've enthused about this to multiple people now, along the lines of "So you know how you've always wanted to just go ape shitt? like, not that you *actually* want to hurt someone, or be hurt yourself, but the idea of it? the urge to dive into the heat of battle, to lose yourself in the thrill of the chase - the rush of being hunted, and hunting in turn? how all the world narrows in the face of danger, the blood rushing in your ears? how you've always wondered if that thing about the human jaw being strong enough to crack bone is true? how you long to bare your teeth and let loose and see what you could really do, if it came down to it? if you had to?"

To my surprise, my attempts to discuss what I thought to be a universal human instinct have been met with reactions ranging from "That's... interesting" to "?????no??? I don't know what you mean??" So, now I'm curious: