It is really very, very funny to me to consider all the ways in which James Bond is a cat and Q is (to steal @halfbaked00q's phrasing) his harried cat butler.
I know in my heart these two have had the equivalent of many Classic Cat-and-Human Interactions, including but not limited to:
-Cat saunters casually across the room. Human looks up briefly, does a double-take, and yells WHAT IS IN YOUR MOUTH. Cat stops casually sauntering and PICKS UP SPEED, hastening away, chewing furiously! Human lurches to their feet, chases the cat down, and wrestles a piece of plastic out of the cat's mouth. Cat sulks for the next three hours, deeply offended that they were not allowed to swallow plastic.
-Human is occupied with some task. Cat hops up on nearby table or counter, stretches a paw toward the human's water glass. Human says, DO NOT. Cat pauses, then extends paw further toward glass. Human says, I KNOW YOU UNDERSTAND ME, YOU LITTLE SHIT. DO NOT TOUCH THAT GLASS. Cat pauses again, pensively. Then, Cat makes eye contact with Human and knocks water glass over. Human swears and scrambles for the paper towels. Cat prances around, tail in a cheerful question mark, and serenely observes the Human mopping up their mess.
-Cat needs claws trimmed. Cat has had their claws trimmed many times in their life. The process never results in any harm to the Cat. The Cat nevertheless chooses to act like they are being murdered each time the Human clips their claws. Much writhing and wriggling and loud complaining. Cat is deeply offended by this assault on their dignity, and sulks for hours after the process is complete, despite the fact that this procedure was performed entirely for the Cat's benefit.
And so on, and so forth. Q and Bond live out these roles on a weekly, if not daily basis. And that charms me.
