A Word In Your Shellhole! (For Lyn)

“The trouble with you humans is...” said the cat “...speaking as a cat that is...is... “...is...your god damn human-centred epistemological view of things.” To think I had just fed him! And now this! “You think the sun shines out of your derriere my son! ” “And that, in my humble opinion (as a cat) is where you go wrong! ” “I blame your bloody mindedness & your bloody pronouns…me! ” (Oh great not only a talking cat but with a Yorkshire accent) “I...this! ” “I...that! ” “You are all me...me...me! ” “Humans! A one note samba! ” I was speechless the kitty foil tray still in my hand! ” “Now, if...let’s see you could see a tree how a tree sees itself you wouldn’t treat it as just any old thing! ” “To you everything (and this to me is the human disease) is just that ...a thing! ” “Just things a prop in the play starring you as your Self! ” “Yet to a tree(say) you are just another thing (an annoying bloody thing) from a tree’s point of view you are a demon! ” “Speaking(as a cat) which I am & proud of it from what I’ve seen I fear I feel I find I’d have to agree with him! ” “Humans! Nasty…nasty...nasty things! ” “You guys are something else! ” “But one day our day will come & cats & trees & things will be...kings! ” “Today, it’s yours! ” “Tomorrow...ours! ” “But...but..I’m a nice human! ” I finally string 2 words in edgeways! “There are no…nice...humans! ” spat the cat its hair standing up as if electrocuted. “Yeah! ” said the dirty bread knife (which had waited all the night to be washed) gazing eagerly at my soft oh too venerable flesh. “Yeah! ” said the open fire openly flaring up and waving the Red flag ...spitting out sparks. “Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! ” said everything & anything. Things were looking bad. “I gotta stop taking this diabetic medication! ” I mutter to myself wondering about my insulin levels and needing to pee.