who have many such ties are called warm-hearted.

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The super-cat-men would have rated cleanliness higher. Some of us
primates have learned to keep ourselves clean, but it's no large
proportion; and even the cleanest of us see no grandeur in
soap-manufacturing, and we don't look to manicures and plumbers for
social prestige. A feline race would have honored such occupations. J.
de Courcy Tiger would have felt that nothing _but_ making soap, or
being a plumber, was compatible with a high social position; and the
rich Vera Pantherbilt would have deigned to dine only with manicures.

None but the lowest dregs of such a race would have been lawyers
spending their span of life on this mysterious earth studying the long
dusty records of dead and gone quarrels. We simians naturally admire a
profession full of wrangle and chatter. But that is a monkeyish way of
deciding disputes, not a feline.

We fight best in armies, gregariously, where the risk is reduced; but
we disapprove usually of murderers, and of almost all private combat.
With the great cats, it would have been just the other way round.
(Lions and leopards fight each other singly, not in bands, as do
monkeys.)

As a matter of fact, few of us delight in really serious fighting. We
do love to bicker; and we box and knock each other around, to exhibit
our strength; but few normal simians are keen about bloodshed and
killing; we do it in war only because of patriotism, revenge, duty,
glory. A feline civilization would have cared nothing for duty or
glory, but they would have taken a far higher pleasure in gore. If a
planet of super-cat-men could look down upon ours, they would not know
which to think was the most amazing: the way we tamely live, five
million or so in a city, with only a few police to keep us quiet, while
we commit only one or two murders a day, and hardly have a respectable
number of brawls; or the way great armies of us are trained to
fight,--not liking it much, and yet doing more killing in war-time and
shedding more blood than even the fiercest lion on his cruelest days.
Which would perplex a gentlemanly super-cat spectator the more, our
habits of wholesale slaughter in the field, or our spiritless making a
fetish of "order," at home?

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It is fair to judge peoples by the rights they will sacrifice most for.
Super-cat-men would have been outraged