For the glory of Bast
Whats creepier than a hairless sphynx cat?
A creepy robotic sphynx cat!
Stuff of nightmares, said the dog-person, giving an involuntary shudder. I mean if the supreme AI would want to take on a physical form that invokes a (negative) emotional response in its servile human thralls… this might be a good choice. You know… in the dystopian future where the machines have risen up, taken over the world and homo sapiens have been shortlisted as a superfluous organism.
My three year old has recently come out as a cat-person. Her mother and I are… well… I mean we still love our child… but its been hard. How does something like this even happen? (on the plus side she may be spared by our feline overlord… so maybe its not all bad)
She keeps asking us when we are going to buy her a cat. Who… *sigh* will apparently be named ‘Sugar-lips’. Admittedly, this is progress… for a long time she named every single one of her Teddy bears, ‘Charlie’. (I tried to point out that our daughter was channeling the collectivism of the Borg… my wife however is not a geek and so my grand analogy fell flat). Also… I suppose… who are we to judge, our bassets name is Napoleon Dynamite. (and our next basset will be called Montgomery Burns)
In any event. We have broadly decided that if we are going down this route we will get her a Maine Coon. Which, after some research and googling (which cat breeds are more like dogs) seems like a good compromise choice.