Reading about how the Queen treats her Corgis like royalty gave me the same vague sense of confusion that I always get when I hear about the overwhelming love some people have for an animal companion. I don’t get it. I never have. It simply doesn’t compute with me. How can you possibly love a animal with the same fervour as you love a fellow human?
“But they’re part of our family,” pet lovers frequently insist. How? You didn’t give birth to them. You can talk to them but they can’t talk back, and if you imagine for one second that your cat really gives a damn about your feelings then you’re sorely misguided. If cats do consider you at all, it’s probably to think: “What strange creatures these human animals are; many take better care of us than they do their own young.”