A happy arrangement:
many people prefer cats to other people,
and many cats prefer people to other cats.
~Mason Cooley

The real objection to the great majority of cats is their insufferable air of superiority. Cats, as a class, have never completely got over the snootiness caused by the fact that in Ancient Egypt they were worshipped as gods. This makes them too prone to set themselves up as critics and censors of the frail and erring human beings whose lot they share. They stare rebukingly. They view with concern. And on a sensitive man this often has the worst effects, inducing an inferiority complex of the gravest kind.
~P.G.Wodehouse from The Story of Webster

Cat! who hast pass’d thy grand climacteric,
  How many mice and rats hast in thy days
  Destroy’d? How many tit bits stolen? Gaze
With those bright languid segments green, and prick
Those velvet ears — but pr’ythee do not stick
  Thy latent talons in me — and upraise
  Thy gentle mew — and tell me all thy frays,
Of fish and mice, and rats and tender chick.
Nay, look not down, nor lick thy dainty wrists–
  For all thy wheezy asthma — and for all
Thy tail’s tip is nick’d off — and though the fists
  Of many a maid have given thee many a maul,
Still is that fur as soft, as when the lists
  In youth thou enter’dest on glass bottled wall.
~John Keats “Sonnet to Mrs. Reynold’s Cat”

Our farm cats tolerate one another. Barely.

Yet they agree on one thing: no additional cats are welcome here.
They are inhospitable to any wandering feral kitty who happens to pussy-foot through to check out the food dishes by the front porch and the back porch.

Those are run off with hisses and spits.

The cats have their own agreed-upon hierarchy about who approaches the food dish first and it is not negotiable.

And when it is time for an occasional necessary group therapy session to work out their differences, they practice social distancing with extreme care, so as not to offend one another.

These cats prefer a solitary life, unless forced into couples counseling by the farm owner because of a spat over shared territory. They are determined not to be dependent on anyone or anything and prefer to blend camouflaged into the background, ready to capture any rodent or bird who happens by.

Clearly, they know they are the superior species.
We exist to serve them.
And they tolerate us living here with them. Barely.