A writhing mound of flesh moving unsteadily. A questionable mental process. What ungodly force had allowed such an abomination of biology to exist? What misguided animal thought it appropriate to walk upon two legs? How dull must a beast be to think for a moment he should claim ownership over another animal?

“You’re a kitty! Hi, kitty!”

Human!

“C’mere, little kitty!”

Humans! The scum of the earth! A profound misuse of biological materials!

“I’m very tired, kitty. I’m not doing well, kitty. But you cheer me up, kitty!”

How came their kind to survive so? For what reason should God think it appropriate to waste flesh here that might otherwise protect another litter of cats? For what reason should humans deserve the soft hair that might otherwise warm another member of felinekind? Or the nails that might arm one?

“You’re so adorable, kitty!”

Rage flared in my head. Under my claws impulse struggled to break through the restriction of my mind. At once I would spring upon him and sink my teeth in his neck. He had no right more to treat me thus. I saw it–it was glorious–it was relieving–no, I must not. Even for a second the thought tempted me too long. Again I suppressed it. I would wait. His fleshy excuses for paws gripped me. I tensed.

“I’m very sad, kitty, because I still can’t get hired and I don’t know what to do.”

Imbecile!

“I have no job. Where will I go? What will I do?”

Starve! Die! Begone!

“And on top of it, the weather has been very bad recently, so I have trouble even staying warm.”

As if I had not noticed! Even my coat, my thick coat, my protection, could not shield me from the harshness of winter. What chance did such a frail human as he think he had?

His paw dragged over me. His paw, his horrid paw! It was wrong, so wrong. Five fleshy fingers extended, all long and still weak, with soft claws on the end unable to accomplish anything. What disgrace was this? They pressed into my fur, over my back–foul human! Stupid human! To use me as his own entertainment!

Then anger started in me sudden and quick and potent. I leapt on him, the fool who would call me his owner, and dug my paws into his chest. Suffer, thou monster! I sank my teeth deep in his neck and lay still and soon he was stiller. There was nothing but the beating of my heart. I did not feel regret–only satisfaction. Triumph.