Even philosophers have fun sometimes. From A Philosopher’s Blog comes the lucubrations of a pensive moggie, “Descats’ Meditations on Furry Philosophy“.
It starts this way before proceeding to the heavy felinosophy:
Here I sit in my litter box, thinking of the things that I held to be certain in my kitten hood: the tastiness of mice, the evil of dogs, the existence of warm sunny places in which to rest, and so on. I went through life, as most tomcats do, certain of my excellent senses. However, one day while attempting to secure a tasty bit of fish in my servant’s fish tank, I happened to note that to my eyes my leg appeared bent when I thrust it beneath the water. . .
As one of my female friends said after reading this, “Yep, he must have been male, for he was spending a lot of time thinking on the toilet.”
“I think, therefore I nom.”