Among them there would have been no antivivisection societies:

No Young Cat Christian Associations or Red Cross work:

No Vegetarians:

No early closing laws:

Much more hunting and trapping:

No riding to hounds; that's pure simian. Just think how it would
have entranced the old-time monkeys to foresee such a game! A game
where they'd all prance off on captured horses, tearing pell-mell
through the woods in gay red coats, attended by yelping packs of
servant-dogs. It is excellent sport--but how cats would scorn to
hunt in that way!

They would not have knighted explorers--they would have all been
explorers.


Imagine that you are strolling through a super-cat city at night.
Over yonder is the business quarter, its evening shops blazing
with jewels. The great stock-yards lie to the east where you hear
those sad sounds: that twittering as of innumerable birds, waiting
slaughter. Beyond lie the silent aquariums and the crates of fresh
mice. (They raise mice instead of hens in the country, in Super-cat
Land.) To the west is a beautiful but weirdly bacchanalian park,
with long groves of catnip, where young super-cats have their fling,
and where a few crazed catnip addicts live on till they die, unable