That's assuming the cat is rational. If you had a pet mouse, Ziggy would demonstrate the antithesis of rationality for your edification.

Ziggy ran into a mouse a few days ago. Not ours, so a potential disease carrier since we're on a big city. Of course, Ziggy didn't know that, so he... Made friends with him. I ran into them outside, taking turns chasing each other.

I managed to put the mouse inside a tupperware box and let him go by the local park, where he ran off to the tall grass. I had looked at him. He wasn't bleeding or injured at all. The next few days were depressing. Ziggy didn't want to play anymore. He just sat outside doing nothing. I took his only friend away, afterall.

Now, if I called you a fucking irrational shitcake, would you be okay with that? What if I told that to your loved one? That's kind of what you just did, though. So I'm sure it'll sound as a I tell you: fuck you. You, Ziggy and I are all mammals, even though you are the only one among the three of us who's acting as less than that.

Also, like I said and previously explained, for the damned third time as if you're not even paying attention - steem can be shaped. Goodbye. This is not particularly personal, I just hate talking to people who diminish other mammals on a whim, without any wish to reconsider.