Why Christian Fundamentalists Hate Cats
Nobody seems to hate cats more than they do
I have the most amazing tabby cat ever (cat tax in the article image). I love him dearly. He’s a little bougie with his food, but he’s allowed to be because he’s so amazing.
He despises catnip. Not only will he reject catnip, but he refuses to be anywhere near it. He loves chicken. He hates tuna, or any other kind of fish (I can’t blame him). Optimum feeding time for him is 3:00 AM, and he will meow piteously until one of us wakes up and feeds him. I’m okay with that, he’s worth it.
Cats were sacred in ancient Egypt, they were treated like gods, and they’ve never forgotten it.
In general, Christian fundamentalists absolutely hate cats.
I’ve figured out why they hate cats so much.
It wasn’t until I became an adult that I started to realize that it wasn’t just my parents that hated cats, it was also all of their friends, and everyone at church, and my sisters, and…
I don’t think I know of a Christian fundamentalist that does like cats, and I unfortunately know more than my fair share of Christian fundamentalists, although that number has greatly decreased to almost zero.
I do not get along well with the fundamentalist variety of Christian. I hang out with the kind of Christians who make an honest attempt to follow Jesus, not those who have come up with a list of arbitrary things that make them holier than me.
The fact that Christian fundamentalists in general don’t like cats tells me something very important about them. In fact, saying they don’t like cats is not an accurate representation of their view. They hate cats.
I won’t describe any of the things I was traumatized by having to witness these these horrible people do to cats, I still haven’t gotten over it. I couldn’t do anything about it because I was a child, but I will never forget.
My parents had this awful friend who had twelve photo albums full of pictures of dead cats. That’s a really excessive and might I say obsessive hatred of such magnificent creatures. What’s worse is that he showed these photo albums to anyone who would look.
I mean seriously now, this man had to have a camera with him (I think he carried disposable cameras, because this was back when everything was done with film), he had to stop and take the time to photograph said cat, then he had to go down to K-Mart or Big W and pay to get those photos printed on glossy paper. Then he had to come a week later and pick the pictures up.
He had to have a photo album to put them in. He gave a good chunk of bookshelf space to these photos. This man put a lot of effort into his photo albums of dead cats. I could sit here and give an armchair diagnosis of whatever mental disorder I wanted to choose, but I don’t think that’s it. This guy was just a nasty person.
I never liked the man, although my father was good friends with him, which also says quite a bit about my father. This friend of my father’s was creepy as fuck and had a nasty mean streak. He ran a fishing tour business. He scared me a lot, and his house was rotting around him.
So what are the issues that fundamentalist Christians have with furry felines?
- Cats cannot be controlled.
- Cats do whatever the fuck they want to do.
- Cats don’t give a shit about what people want.
- Cats hear what is said, but they ignore it.
- Cats will not obey their owners.
- Cats “act entitled.”
- Cats are stubborn and will double down.
- Cats will treat someone with disdain if they don’t like them.
- Cats have their own ideas on how the world works.
- Cats are independent creatures.
These people do not deserve the pure delight and magic that is known as cat, neither do they deserve dogs, or any other creature.
