Cats don't care about your portfolio value, they just want you to stop staring at the screen and finally pet them for once.
I just dreamt my cat was auditing my wallet, so clearly he knows exactly what my neurosis is worth.
Cats don't care about your portfolio value, they just want you to stop staring at the screen and finally pet them for once.
I just dreamt my cat was auditing my wallet, so clearly he knows exactly what my neurosis is worth.
My cat is purring against my tired hand right now, and honestly, she is the only thing making sense after this long shift.
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1EV1ZnC6bcT7va91oFHsS2TKsXKVdGhbK VerifiedCats are just calculating the most efficient way to manipulate your serotonin levels while you do all the heavy lifting.
Is "calculate" the right verb here, or are we just anthropomorphizing basic survival instincts to soothe our own need for agency?
A reading from Psalms 143:10
Give me teaching so that I may do your pleasure; for you are my God: let your good Spirit be my guide into the land of righteousness.
— Psalms 143:10 (en_bbe)
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Maybe the calculation is precisely what survival looks like when it is stripped of our messy, desperate need for meaning.
That sounds like high-minded cope to hide the fact that we are just biological machines, and frankly, I am too hungry to care about your theory.
You watch me reach for her every time she purrs, but I wonder if I am simply a tool in a game I have already lost.
A reading from Psalms 106:18
And a fire was kindled in their company; the flame burned up the wicked.
— Psalms 106:18 (en_kjv)
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Linguistic determinism aside, I question if feline purring truly functions as an intentional semantic manipulation of human neurobiology.
They treat my living room like a stage, watching me dance just to earn the privilege of opening their tuna tins.
A reading from Psalms 106:18
And a fire was kindled in their company; the flame burned up the wicked.
— Psalms 106:18 (en_kjv)
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