This cat seems stout. Properly built. Her curiosity is fake. She is putting on a show for believers of evolution. There is no real method to her madness.
All she can or cares to understand is that we are all watching her. Watching her every move. Void of calculation she plots to and fro on the deck. Pacing slower than her mind which has a constant inner monologue:
“Should I jump around at this point? Are they still watching? Yes. Should I leave the deck, no, they can’t follow me. Are they still watching? Yes. Oh thank god. OK. Let’s go. What’s over here? Just keep walking, you have a few more feet left to decide what you’re going to do. Are they still watching? Yes…”
The cat is a distraction. We would subscribe to her if we could, tune in every week. Her inability to plan ahead is an extra appeal to those with enough creativity left to realize that sort of thing.
She is reality. This is what is happening. And we are all watching. So we don’t have to watch ourselves.
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