Many humans exercise a ridiculous notion that they own cats. While pitiful mortals spend their days laboring to procure shelter and food for the beings that they are so foolish as to consider their property, the Zen creatures bask in the sun, eat free meals, enjoy the benefits of indoor plumbing and frequently leave carcasses of large rodents to rot in front of their pet humans' doors. When the humans return, the Zen creatures rub their gentle Zenhood all over their hassled worker-bee bodies and give them their day's religious experience. Humans and cats enjoy a healthy division of labor, based on their respective merits and abilities.
Humans are cooks, butlers, janitors, plumbers and menial workers.
Cats are priestry, royalty, intelligentsia and entertainment industry. Because cats don't care about such worthless things as status and social control, they leave these dead- end pursuits up to the humans. Meanwhile they secure for themselves a free, comfortable and hassle-free existence basking in their affection. Cats are indeed similar to French women. They let the men think that they're running the show, while completely controlling the men with their loveliness and psychological sophistication.