Cats And Human Supremacy

We ain’t it


Pippi the cat

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We have a cat, or should I say, the cat has us. During the rainy season a kitten took shelter under the security guard’s chair and my daughter took it into the house. I spend a lot of time with this creature and it gives zero shits about anything I’m thinking about. Indeed, I am the one cleaning its shit. What’s going on?

Humans claim supremacy over other animals, but no other animal validates this claim. What do you call a king that crowns himself? That’s just an ordinary Burger King customer. How lame. There’s obviously no objective truth to human supremacy, just ask anyone objective, like a crow or thalagoya. They’ll just flick their tongue or shit on you, as such a stupid question deserves. Humans consider the concept of white supremacy offensive, but supremacy over all living beings is somehow normal. It’s not. It’s deranged.

By what criteria are we lords of the critters? Our power to scare and kill? By that token, viruses reign supreme. By our terrible power to literally ‘change’ the climate? What about the plant and bacterial gods that made the climate? They’re more awesome still. Is it because we can make stuff, bend nature to our will? All the stuff we make will disappear in a few million years, a shake of a T-Rex’s tail. So what’s left, to justify our airs? Sheer numbers? Our livestock outnumber us. Cars use up most of our land. We’re ruled by corporations (artificial persons). What are we even talking about? The only supremacy we can truly claim is supreme arrogance.

Given a small survey of the animals in my house, the only things they find impressive about human civilization are A) tissue paper and B) the ability to scratch itches. Scratches and sniffles, that’s all we’ve conquered that’s of general interest. The cat and dog don’t watch the TV, the Internet is just something to warm their bellies, and electricity is extraneous. What interests them is the constant amount of food in the house, but countless street dogs and cats seem to get by. Indeed, our dog’s greatest ambition is to chase the garbage truck and the cat is constantly scheming to sneak out. In no way do these creatures treat me as their superior. They’re constantly showing me their anuses.



Indrajit (Indi) Samarajiva is a Sri Lankan writer. Follow me at, or just email me at