As a man, I can tell you firsthand, the answer is never. I can say with reasonable conviction that such preoccupation is not so much indulging the self as it is a poor substitute for love, love which for whatever reason is not at our beck and call. Thus when such a kitten as is love is away the mice will play, so the saying goes. But there is no genuine joy in the mice when they do, much preferring the kitten be present and accounted for.

Truly profound way of looking at it. Much truth and wisdom here. I like how this can be taken in either a superficial sexual connotation or something much deeper and closer to the spirit. Either way...well done!