We shelter my daughter's tomcat (name: Kater/Fuchs/Fox, it's a kinda 1000 $ Maine-Coon) for four weeks. My daughter and her Turk are at vacation in the Caribbian. This animal (I love animals ... if they are roasted ... wuahhhharrrr) is a bit deranged. He doesn't like to be with me at the same place. Oh, maybe he is right, because I am a strange person. He loves my wife and has no problems with sitting on her legs, dozing while she watch TV and tickles his neck. Okay, okay ... I am the problem in this relationship. He despises me and fears me likewise. Today I went from my room through my wife's living room. Kater laid at a chair-back and glanced shortly at me. Just to ensure that no attacks from my side would happen. I passed by and entered our loggia to smoke a cigarette. Cigarette One Standing outside in the cold, smoking, some thoughts came to my mind. And when I went back Kater glanced to me with wide eyes. I stopped, bend to him and told him: "Hey Kater, why do you glance at me with that wide eyes? Guess what, I was out there to smoke a cigarette. This is something you arn't able to do. I can hold a cigarette with my fingers. You can't hold a cigarette. That's the reason for we humans amount to much and you cats don't. You can't hold a cigarette." Kater closed his eyes and turned his head away. Cigarette Two One hour later, same scenario. Back from smoking I told him: "Yo Kater, guess what, there is another reason for we humans reached way more than you cats did: We are not only able to hold a cigarette. We can manufacture a cigarette. Cigarettes don't grow somewhere. You neither can harvest cigarettes nor trap them." Kater didn't react, just laid at the chair-back. Cigarette Three 45 minutes later, same scenario. This time I got Kater's attention. I told him: "Look dude, another important difference between man and cat is, that I can talk about cigarettes to other humans. Talking to others helped us humans to be way better than you cats." Kater was not impressed. Cigarette Four Finally, again 45 minutes later, same scenario. When I came back to the living room, Kater was sitting at my wife's legs. I thought I should tell him the last lesson. "Kater, here comes the main difference between you and me. Before a human can manufacture, talk about and finally hold a cigarette, he can imagine a cigarette. Imagination of a cigarette is really what makes me better than you are." Kater yawned by opening his mouth widely, blinked shortley to my direction, turned back and enjoyed my wife's tickles. Finally I went back to my room and thought: Damn! Who has a better life? Kater or me? Is it - at the end - important who has the better life? I think Kater really doesn't care about. Probably he got the better way?