Penguin travels every year to visit man who rescued him (2016)
To forgive the tautology, intelligent creatures are intelligent. Which also means that love is possible. I mean... every person who&#x27;s ever had a pet (of any sort) understands this (as I stare at the photo of my recently-deceased and very-charismatic cat). It may not fit into any naturalistic model that clearly separates humans from these other intelligent creatures (and ascribes all perception of humanlike feeling to &quot;anthropomorphism&quot;), but nevertheless, that is how I believe it is. They play, they feel pain, they get bored, they get hungry, they get (ahem) horny, they get excited&#x2F;happy, they love (perhaps dimmer versions than the ones we&#x27;re familiar with, but anyway). Sometimes my cat would make sounds in the dark of night that sounded like... ennui.<p>If anything actually separates us from the animals, it&#x27;s not these things- it&#x27;s things like music appreciation or creativity. All the other experiential things we&#x27;re familiar with seem to be shared with them.<p>(And yet... I continue to eat bacon. sigh. I&#x27;ve met pigs that were clearly happy to see a friendly face of any species... haunts me, actually.)