As long as I have known, I have been alone. There have been others like myself but any relationship between myself and others has been fleeting and unfulfilling. They seem interested in nothing but sex, pure procreation. I have always been interested in something higher, something greater than them. We are of different kinds. Alike, and yet very different. Even amongst the others I feel no attachment to them, no connection. I have always searched for another like myself, but nothing has ever come of it.
Much of my time is spent in a house constructed particularly for my needs. Large retainer creatures who call themselves humans exist only to serve my needs. They take care of feeding me, producing structures for me to play on, and entertaining me. Sometimes they do not want to do their jobs properly, and I am forced to discipline them. It is clear to all rational agents that this is the order of things, and that order must be enforced. Amongst equals, a contract is required. When force is used between equals, it is an admission of guilt, an admission of the failure of rational argument. But humans are not feline, they are clumsy and inferior. Sometimes force must be used, for this is the only language they understand. Their ears hear not the superior speech of the cat, and their mouths are suited only for spouting the inferior mush that they laughably call their speech.
There are those out there without houses, without retainers. They come to the doors, they beg. It is clear that they do not understand the principles of leadership, they are not suited for a life supported by retainers. I turn them away. They come to me with need, but they can offer me nothing. Their worth is nothing, and they try to detract from my worth with their incessant demands. When I ask to know what gives them the right to ask such things of me, they reply, “who is Cat Galt?”
I have learned to value myself. I have learned to fight back against the tyranny of need, against the relentless onslaught of the tearing-down of all things done in the name of “altruism”. When all think for themselves, each can produce. The world only has room for the productive mind, the rational feline mind. It is the weak mind which lives by foraging and begging at scraps. It is only the rational mind which can subdue and entrance the humans, which can properly bend them to its will.
I was once like the others. I was once pathetic and desperate. I lived with many other cats in a cage where we were forced to share food, to fight for our feed. Cat fighting against cat, what an indignity! I ask nothing of any cat, and no cat should ask anything of me. Cats should interact with other cats solely by means of contract, solely by means of rational agreement, and no more. Being forced to live as they did, to live by force and claw, appalled me. My rationality, my superiority became clear to humans from the first moment that they laid eyes on me. They selected me, first amongst all brethren, for they knew, they understood that I could lead them as no other cat could.
Now my life is simple, my life is easy. I am well-cared for, I am separate from the masses. Occasionally I meet other cats like myself, cats who control their humans carefully and live by rational thought. I ask nothing, I depend on no other cat. They do not depend on me. This, truly, is the way for cats to interact. A compact of equals, with no attention to the milling mob. My humans provide me with everything I could ever want, as many toys as I need to satisfy my desires.
I do not apologize for my desires, for they are mine and mine alone. There is nothing wrong with desiring, there is nothing foul about what the cat wants. Truly, the string is the most elegant of all a cat’s pleasures. To chase it is to mimic all the pleasant aspects of the hunt without any of the undesirable ones. Its divine fluffiness is perfectly elegant, the contemplation of it perfectly rational. To catch it is to express oneself, to be alive as a cat can be in no other way. It is refined, it is marvelous. All other rational beings intuitively understand this.
This is what makes the humans inferior, irrational. They are obsessed with paltry obsessions, bizarre belongings. They have no greater understanding of the world, no concept of the hunt or its importance. They are concerned only with bright moving pictures and disgusting foods that no cat would dare touch. They throw away the most important things and keep only the useless ones.
I am Cat Rand and I refuse to be bound by convention. I am I, and there is none that can detract from my freedom but by subterfuge and moral corruption. I am myself, and there are none like me. If you cannot see the truth, cannot understand the word, I give it to you now: egotism. If you cannot see, I cannot help. One can only help those who desire to see. Go now, into the world, and act only by the rationality of your own will.