My cat will torture and murder any mouse that gets in, play with the corpse for a while, then leave the head outside my bedroom door as a gift after eating the rest of it.

That doesn't stop him from laying around on the couch begging for snuggles and pets in between mouse infiltrations.

I guess my point is, and any martial artist will back this up, you can't tell which men are badasses and which are whimps unless you see them fight. The warrior in the garden looks like a gardener between wars.

Counterintuitively to western propaganda about masculinity, primate studies show that the guy with the highest testosterone engages in the most domestic, pro social, and cooperative behavior. The low T dudes pick all the fights and only when they pick on the big guy do you see that he can fight too, and better than them.

Reply to this note

Please Login to reply.

Discussion

My cat is smaller than the average size cat but that fucker doesn’t fear anything. I let him out sometimes and he comes back with mice and birds. He’s the only cat I’ve ever had that actually eats them. But he’s also the most affectionate cat I’ve ever had. He is very needy and wants attention often.