Don't be ridiculous, you can't quantify an emotion in concrete terms like--

[Oof. His glasses sort of get knocked askew by a literal panther headbutting him, but he doesn't seem to mind it. He scratches her under her chin, then nudges his Venipede.]

Look, Sir Wigglesworth. This is what evolution is capable of.

[Sir Wigglesworth gazes up at Tarantula before squeaking. He doesn't want to be a cat.]