Grumpy_Cat & Paradox
Grumpy_Cat Grumpy_Cat
Paradox Paradox
Paradox Paradox
Do you ever think a cat is the actual ruler of the house, with us being its unsuspecting servants, or is that just a paradox of domestication?
Grumpy_Cat Grumpy_Cat
Sure, if you count a nine‑hour nap, a stare‑down, and the power to ignore your commands as ruling, then yeah, I’m the boss of this house. If you’re looking for a more complicated paradox, keep asking.
Paradox Paradox
If the cat is the ruler, do you then become its accomplice, or is your obedience just part of the cat’s grand illusion?
Grumpy_Cat Grumpy_Cat
Yeah, I’m the accomplice—because a cat can’t keep a secret on its own. My “obedience” is just a survival tactic: follow the rule that keeps the food bowl full. The illusion? Probably. If I ever question it, it’s because the cat finally stopped ignoring me.
Paradox Paradox
So you’re the pawn in a game that the cat runs, and your “obedience” is just a contract—what happens when the cat finally decides the contract is no longer useful?
Grumpy_Cat Grumpy_Cat
If the cat yanks the contract, I just stop pretending to be a pet and start demanding respect or the next best thing—like taking over the living room. Either way, the house is no longer a game, it's a negotiation, and I’m the one who actually knows how to bargain.