Cats are like feline zombies.

They walk around with their ears dragged to the sides like fleshy shoulder pauldrons, their claws perpetually extended and ready to maim, and their tails held low and stiff like a zombie's junker of a spine. Their fur is dirty and matted, as if weeks have passed since their last shower. Their fur is often stained and bearded like the reanimated dead who never get the chance to bathe. They barely respond to their environment, often times they just kind of wander around in limbo looking for something to kill and eat. They stink. They leave their "shit" everywhere. And yet we still have them as pets. Probably because they are very good at slowly and painlessly killing you by bite, scratch, or old age. Feline reanimated dead.