[Editor's note: This review was written by Los Angeles Times TV critic Robert Lloyd's cat, Visity Kitty.]
I don't watch a lot of television, ordinarily being busy with sleeping, eating, chasing things that aren't there and trying to teach the people around here how to speak my language. (What about "meow" do you not understand?) But occasionally something catches my eye while the person who lives with me is watching things for work. And I happened to be awake, and not eating or chasing anything, when "Gunther's Millions," a docuseries about the world's richest dog, came on.
First of all, why is it always a dog? Lassie, Rin Tin Tin, Beethoven, Bluey. Pop culture loves a pooch but is unkind to cats — we're supposed to be unlucky, we get cast as troublemakers if not outright villains. I don't want to say dogs are stupid, but I think we can agree they're pretty needy, and all that it takes is a squirrel running along a power line to make one lose its mind. Just the word "squirrel" can set them off. And they're pretty helpless if left to their own devices. A cat can do all right in the wild if she has to.
