"Did St. Francis preach to the birds? Whatever for? If he really liked birds he would have done better to preach to the cats"
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West lands the punchline with the airy innocence of a rhetorical question, then twists the knife: preaching to birds is sentimental theater; preaching to cats would be strategy. The joke runs on a simple moral inversion. Birds are the easy audience - already symbolic of innocence, already doing what they do. Cats are the agents of harm in this tiny ecosystem, the predators who make the birds sermon-worthy in the first place. So West turns a beloved hagiographic image into a critique of misdirected virtue: compassion that flatters itself by choosing the compliant and picturesque over the difficult and consequential.
The subtext is broader than pets. West is skewering the kind of moral performance that confuses visibility for effectiveness. It is far easier to address the victims - to offer comfort, solidarity, eloquent grief - than to confront the forces that produce victims. Her line carries a cool impatience with piety that doesn’t risk anything: goodness as pageant, not intervention.
Contextually, West wrote in a century where good intentions regularly collided with industrial scale violence, propaganda, and political cowardice. As a journalist-novelist with a hard eye for power, she distrusts sanctimony that leaves structures untouched. The cats are not just cats; they’re the people, institutions, and appetites that keep doing damage while the virtuous hold tender conversations with the wounded. The wit isn’t decorative - it’s diagnostic. It forces the reader to ask an uncomfortable question: when we choose the “birds” because they’re sympathetic, are we actually protecting anyone, or just protecting our self-image?
The subtext is broader than pets. West is skewering the kind of moral performance that confuses visibility for effectiveness. It is far easier to address the victims - to offer comfort, solidarity, eloquent grief - than to confront the forces that produce victims. Her line carries a cool impatience with piety that doesn’t risk anything: goodness as pageant, not intervention.
Contextually, West wrote in a century where good intentions regularly collided with industrial scale violence, propaganda, and political cowardice. As a journalist-novelist with a hard eye for power, she distrusts sanctimony that leaves structures untouched. The cats are not just cats; they’re the people, institutions, and appetites that keep doing damage while the virtuous hold tender conversations with the wounded. The wit isn’t decorative - it’s diagnostic. It forces the reader to ask an uncomfortable question: when we choose the “birds” because they’re sympathetic, are we actually protecting anyone, or just protecting our self-image?
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