I've just had a fascinating insight! While dancing with my animal companion
Jocelyn, she decided that since I have been such a dutiful fellow traveller and soul-mate to her it was time to disabuse me of my misconceptions about the distant past:
Now, as we all know, the
patriarchy is very new. Before peenie-waving testosteroids took over, global peace was the norm under the wise and watchful eye of kind, compassionate and very capable sisters -- much like
these women of today. It was kind of like Emily's List in the Serengetti fellow travellers; a truly joyous and life affirming time in
herstory.
But did you know that before this, the feline was queen? (Er, and I don't mean that in a monarchist way.) Yes, fellow travellers. Before the patriarchy, and before the matriarchy, there was the
catriarchy.
Now, I would like to say to all the women reading this, hey it's okay -- like Jocelyn, they were all
feminist cats. So the tom cats most definitely knew their place. And they all lived in harmony with their environment, as Jocelyn does today. And seeing that perhaps humans could benefit from their wisdom, they bestowed catriarchy upon us. This is why the witch always had her familiar, and the ancient Egyptians worshipped felines. No wonder Mediaeval peenie-wavers burned witches at the stake, and their descendants continue their appalling crusades against benign, women-friendly Middle Eastern societies to this day!
This is also why they made the
cat's mortal enemy a symbol of duty, and nobility. See, it's a
man's best friend isn't it? And "the enemy of my friend is my enemy". No, wait. The "friend of my friend is my enemy". Or, er, "the enemy of my enemy is my, er, friend"... or something.
Whatever, fellow travellers, I'm sure you get my drift. They were
afraid. Afraid of feline energy. Which is why cats were put down collectively by the patriarchs then, and are "put down" individually by vets now.
So fellow travellers, I exhort you to do your bit to remember and celebrate the catriarchy. Stroke a nice warm pussy today.