Cats live on a higher dimension than us mere humans. Try to figure out how they see - what they know. Look in their eyes. A cat is satisfied just being a cat. No questions asked. A cat revels in his individual self. "I am what I am and that's all what I am." No apologies. No shame. No guilt. If a mouse needs to be toyed with mercilessly for a lingering while before the inevitable, gratuitous execution - so be it. Bring on the mouse. What did you expect? After the blood sport there are whiskers to clean in the late afternoon sun. Move on. We humans are always looking in the mirror. My shadow self arouses a kind of horror. I see a me I would rather not see. I call that a 'conscience' It is really just a reluctance to fully embrace the other side of who I truly am.
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