The thing about cats is one of my originals, and it comes from some personal experience with two people who were just waaaaaaaaaaay too into cats.
One lived with four cats, and claimed that they raised him better than his mother ever did. He often said that he preferred the company of cats to humans. He carried the aroma of their litterbox with him at all times. I met the lad through gaming, and while I played RPGs as an occasional break from the stresses of reality, this guy entered reality only for brief periods of absolute necessity, preferring to focus on the fantasy universe he had created for himself, where felinoid alien women were disturbingly common.
The other was a girl who lived with at least 14 cats. She slept in a walk-in closet while the cats had the run of the apartment. She would often call me (Ostensibly to discuss her terrifying Feminist Fantasy Novel, a horrid tale about a woman warrior whose greatest triumph was returning to her home village to kill all the men and castrate all the prepubescent boys... and she wondered why I didn't think it was brilliant
😱 ), and in the middle of a sentence, a cat would enter the room at her end of the conversation and she would drop everything to talk to it. She wouldn't hang up, but treated me to the priviledge of listening to her talk to the cats.
😕 She would eventually remember that she had called me when the cat left, and then managed to get out a sentence or two to me before another of her now 15 cats would demand her undivided attention, repeating the process.
Then there was the woman who worked with a friend of mine, who claimed that their employer was racist because she couldn't claim her cats as family members under the health plan...
I've nothing against cats in and of themselves, mind you. I just have yet to have a good experience with anyone who gives them treatment preferential to the way they treat other people.