The cat eats, she sleeps and poops, and plays with toys, but to her sentient human master, her life lacks purpose, in an absolute and horrifying way. Unless she runs away and tried to make it on her own, the cat will never go to a party, she will never interview for a job, she will never fall in love.
Examining the circumstances of the pet's life sets the owner into a mild kind of existential despair. They wonder whether, despite all the trappings and distractions of the human world, the strivings and the disappointments, we may be all too similar to our feline friends, just eating and sleeping and shitting and playing with toys. In short: we too will die/we too may be already dead.
I suspect that Karl Lagerfeld might be in the midst of such a crisis. There's no other way to explain his excessive attempts to attach meaning to his new kitten's meaningless life. We know the details: Choupette has two or three dedicated maids, she flies to St. Tropez in the cockpit with her pilot, she eats her lunch and dinner at the table with the Kaiser himself, she sees the vet for a check-up once every ten days.
As part of a special digital photo spread with i-D which went online today, the Chanel designer also revealed that his little kitten has her own private garden, for "chasing big flies." The Kaiser seems obsessed with making her the most famous cat in the whole world probably because, duh: he doesn't have to confront his own mortality. But sorry Karl, no matter how much you try to protect Choupette, and yourself, from her animal fate, she will still die. You will die, too!
But as for the photoshoots: thank you! The Internet is grateful for the distraction.
[via i-D]
Via: More Reasons Choupette's Life is Better Than Yours: She Gets Her Own i-D Spread, Private Garden