Steven L. Taylor is a Professor of Political Science and a College of Arts and Sciences Dean. His main areas of expertise include parties, elections, and the institutional design of democracies. His most recent book is the co-authored A Different Democracy: American Government in a 31-Country Perspective. He earned his Ph.D. from the University of Texas and his BA from the University of California, Irvine. He has been blogging since 2003 (originally at the now defunct Poliblog).
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It’s not only because they are impossibly cute. What I have found magical is the way the kittens help lift my gaze above dreary immediate circumstance. There is a lot going on in the world, a lot of it unpleasant. Watching the cats romp about has become a reliable way to escape all that. I find myself jumping from small questions — does Luna seriously not realize, yet, that she is attached to her tail? — to larger, more abstract and eternal ones: Does Luna even understand that she is — does she, in the way René Descartes conceived it, possess knowledge of a self?
It might depend on the intelligence of the cat. One of ours very quickly realised that the red spot at the end of the laser pointer was intangible and would allow herself to go scampering after it only as long as she thought it was amusing. Then there would be a very obvious “I’m bored chasing something that isn’t real” change and she would wander off.
One of my friend’s cats, however……never did figure out that the red spot wasn’t real. There was a reason she was nicknamed “bird-brain.”
@grumpy realist: Our other cats would chase the red dot. Our Black Burmese would look at the spot, give us a disgusted look, and go back to ignoring us. She ignored us most of the time. Always in the room we were in. If the other cats wanted strokes they’d mew and rub against our legs. Bonnie would walk over and whack you on the shin if she wanted attention. She had too much personality to not be self aware.
This morning’s column by Farad Manjoo I Can’t Stop Wondering What’s Going On Inside My Cat’s Head</> seems apt.
No, dad, I’m not interested in talking right now. But thanks for asking.
(Great shot!)
…possess knowledge of a self?..
It might depend on the intelligence of the cat. One of ours very quickly realised that the red spot at the end of the laser pointer was intangible and would allow herself to go scampering after it only as long as she thought it was amusing. Then there would be a very obvious “I’m bored chasing something that isn’t real” change and she would wander off.
One of my friend’s cats, however……never did figure out that the red spot wasn’t real. There was a reason she was nicknamed “bird-brain.”
I really like the half portrait framing.
@grumpy realist: Our other cats would chase the red dot. Our Black Burmese would look at the spot, give us a disgusted look, and go back to ignoring us. She ignored us most of the time. Always in the room we were in. If the other cats wanted strokes they’d mew and rub against our legs. Bonnie would walk over and whack you on the shin if she wanted attention. She had too much personality to not be self aware.