
In the award-winning ‘The Rabbi’s Cat’ (Le Chat du Rabbin) by Joann Sfar, which ‘The Boston Globe’ calls, ‘An affecting, fraught, and yes – sometimes hilarious tour de force about the complexities of living faithfully in a godless world’, a rabbi’s cat begins to talk after he eats a parrot. In one part, the cat narrates the story and says…
‘He [the rabbi] wants me to study the Torah and the Talmud – the Mischnah, the Gemara. He wants to put me back on the straight and narrow [because I lied about not eating the bird]. He tells me that I have to be a good Jew, and that a good Jew does not lie. I answer that I am only a cat. I add that I don’t know if I’m a Jewish cat or not. The rabbi tells me that of course I’m Jewish since my masters are Jews. I tell him that I’m not circumcised He tells me that they don’t circumcise cats. I tell him that I haven’t had a Bar Mitzvah. He tells me that the Bar Mitzvah occurs at thirteen years of age. So I tell him that I am seven years old, and for cats, the years are multiplied by seven; therefore, it’s as if I were seven times seven years old, which is definitely more than thirteen. I tell him that if I am a Jewish cat, I want to be bar-mitzvahed, We go to the rabbi’s rabbi to ask him if a cat that talks can be bar-mitzvahed. The rabbis rabbi says no, that Bar Mitzvahs aren’t for cats, I ask him what the difference is between a human and a cat. He replies that God made man in his own image. I ask him to show me a picture of God. He tells me that God is a word.





































