A few months ago I discovered that I’m probably allergic to cats. Since then, a funny thing’s happened: I’m not so much mourning the possible loss of cat ownership before it really ever started, but—despite a lifetime of thinking of myself a “cat person”—I’m starting to kinda just give in and resent them. So, when I read Jefferson’s articulate, eloquent outline of King George’s acts of tyranny and perfidy that justify sweet Independence—well, it’s unexpectedly easy to see a cat exhibiting each of those crimes, verbatim.