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How the Cats Took Care of Complaints

       society. I hope you can see, Mr. Bertrand, that the realization of all my
       hopes—and, by extension, those of the late Mrs. Oliphant—would be
       to give cats the means to survive with dignity in our own increasingly
       undignified  world.  The  strays  and  unwanted  kittens  brought  to  the
       foundation provided the nucleus of that project seven years ago.”
         Bertrand was taking it all in, understanding the words in a detached
       way, as if he were reading rather than hearing them. Sharlena is the
       sweetest cat in the world, he thought, and she likes me. How pleasant
       it is to give her pleasure! He could not take his eyes from hers, could
       not stop stroking her smooth sleek fur. The heavy warmth of her on
       his  thighs  and  the  rolling  waves  of  throaty  vibration  sent  a  strong
       sensation  of  contentment  pulsing  through  his  body.  Fiedler  was
       somewhere far away talking through the wrong end of a megaphone.
         “…and then, starting with the repertoire of phonemes utilized by a
       mother cat to communicate with her kittens, I built up a rudimentary
       vocabulary, correlating it with observed reactions in the kittens here. I
       now  have almost a complete  language with which to work.  I call  it
       Felex. By combining operant conditioning with increasingly complex
       phrases  in  Felex,  I  gradually  induced  the  growth  of  an  intra-feline
       culture. Simply put, the cats can talk to each other and act upon the
       meanings of their vocalizations. Unlike dogs, who, if given the power
       of speech, would all become sycophants or demagogues, verbal cats
       retain  their  independent  balanced  personalities.  Whereas  language
       ultimately  turned  highly  interdependent  apes  into  aggressively
       individualistic  or  mindlessly  conforming  men,  it  transforms  self-
       sufficient  cats  into  a  group  cooperating  intelligently  on  the  basis  of
       enlightened self-interest.”
         Fiedler  paused  to  tamp  down  whatever  was  in  his  pipe.  After
       relighting it, he resumed. “In a sense, I am no longer a researcher, or
       even an instructor. The cats educate each other and their offspring.
       Newcomers  who  cannot  learn  Felex  or  will  not  submit  to  group
       decisions  are  expelled.  I  am,  in  fact,  responsible  for  placing  those
       unacceptable cats in other institutions; it is not a task I enjoy, but I
       recognize  the  necessity.  I  also  serve  as  their  liaison  to  the  outside
       world—not,  of  course,  as  a  translator  or  interpreter  of  Felex  to
       humans but as a source of information for the cats themselves. They
       now  understand  quite  clearly  the  nature  of  their  plight:

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