-The cat isn't naked. It's dressed in its own fur. The human feels, presumably, "fur envy". (I think Freud missed that bit.)
Reply: Was Fur Elise Beethoven's cat?
(Must buy Beethovan's Wig's CD and its take off on same.)
-We've become soft, effete urbanites. The next fashion will be to start weeping for withered plants.
(reply) "Beverley Nichols was in tears - one of his daffodils left home!" (Norman Evans in "Over The Garden Wall")
(me: nobody reads Beverley Nichols these days, and a good thing too)