It’s been a few weeks since the SSA Kitten Blogathon of Doom, so I thought some of you might be ready for some kitty pictures again. Especially since the presence of these kitties in our lives is causing me and Ingrid to seriously question our lack of belief in the supernatural. I present to you: The Argument from Kitties.
Here’s our thinking. Our cats are, by all reasonable objective standards, the best cats on the planet. What’s more, they are not only the best cats on the planet — they are the cats that are most perfectly suited for us. And obviously, they’re the cutest as well.
But what are the chances that we would happen to end up, not just with the single best cat in the world, but with the all three of the best three cats? And then add to that unlikelihood: What are the odds that, at the exact moment we decided we wanted to get kitties, the three best, cutest, best suited for us cats on the planet would just happen to be the first three cats we looked at?
Then multiply that by the astronomical improbability of the combinatorial math. The three combinations of any two of our kitties are — again, by all reasonable objective measurements — the three best possible combinations of two kitties. And the combination of all three of our kitties is clearly the best three-cat set in the universe.
There is no way this is just a coincidence. And don’t come at me with some ridiculous notion that we are biased to the point of dementia with stupid love for our cats. There must be some conscious guiding force at work. Theistic catvolution.