People don't understand the true nature of the magic of cats. Cats are not sorcerers or conjurers in the traditional, arcane sense. You would never catch a cat casting, chanting, brewing or summoning. The magic of cats is born and expressed in their complete and convincing confidence of imperviousness to and exclusion from the influence of the laws of the universe. If you live as though something so fundamentally contrary to observation is true, the universe will subtly let this slip for as long as it can without losing face. Usually, once you're proven wrong, you're no longer around to notice.
The magic of dogs, on the other hand, is entirely bound up with the material of earth. Dogs participate fully in the world around them, making everything more real and obvious. A dog, unless engaged in play, will always do the obviously right thing. Dogs are masters of togetherness, being more with others than any other of the animals. Also they can fly, but only do so when you are not looking.
Birds have no magic. Food goes in. Poop comes out. That's it. Plus they fly when you're looking. Assholes.
Hello, friends. What is your magic?
Love.
