Are Cats the Dominant Life form on Earth?

Benjamin Davis
Feb 28 · 2 min read

I often imagine aliens hovering over my house, looking down, using my life as a metric for humanity’s right to exist.

I considered this yesterday as I scooped turds from my cat’s litterbox. I pooper-scoopered the last bit of his poo into my Stop n’ Shop bag and peppered the top with clean pebbles. Then he came up beside me, jumped in — made eye contact — and left a lump of fresh stuff right there under my nose.

His name is Cookie.

I smiled at him, pat him on the head and went off to the kitchen.

Above, the aliens watched. They were small and green and big-eyed. The taller of the two asked, “Why did the large dominant life form just do that? Do you think that small and clearly inferior life form is poisonous? Or perhaps it morphs into a large beast if it is displeased!”

In the kitchen, I started to make myself something to eat. Cookie walked in, he looked down at his water bowl, which had only about an inch of water in it. He looked at it, then up at me. Then, he knocked the remainder of the water all over my kitchen floor.

“Aw silly,” I said, “would you like some more water?”

A crowd had gathered on the Alien ship. Some comedian called out, “well shit! The dominant race on this planet is already enslaved!”


When my girlfriend came home, we had sex. Cookie sat on the coffee table beside us and cocked his head from side to side. Then he jumped onto the bed and clawed at my feet.

My girlfriend laughed, I laughed.

The commander of the alien craft was roused by the noise and came to see what all the fuss was about. “These creatures are so docile!” He proclaimed. “They do not become aggressive towards their oppressors even during copulation. This is most unusual!”

After sex, my girlfriend and I wanted to watch a movie.

I headed into the kitchen to make popcorn and, while I stood there, Cookie leaped from the table and onto my back. He perched himself on my shoulder, reached one claw around, pressed it to my neck and whispered in my ear, “I fucking own you.”

I pulled him down, buried my face in his furry neck and said, “aww, Cookie.” Then I cooed lovingly and kissed his forehead.

I can’t imagine what the Aliens might have thought because by this point they’d already jettisoned off in disgust.

Benjamin Davis

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Columnist and author. My writing is like a bunch of people at a party trying to tell different jokes at the same time. benjamindaviswriter.com

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