http://open.salon.com/blog/tai/2009/10/26/between_me_and_the_cat

The cat keeps a captive audience once a week.  Because he is clueless about true substance and character; he imitates.  His ability to make it look like he is a cool cat, is one of his best attributes. 

He is pretty good at public speaking as he likes the sound of his own pur.  I thought I could sit through his morning opening act, but five minutes into his speech about how much all cats should love (not hate) mice- the hypocrisy began assaulting my senses.  My neck turned red, and my whiskers began to burn.  And then, I bolted out of the room.  It was embarrassing, but, I apparently can not, will not, and do not tolerate blatent hypocrisy.  I shouldn't have ever tolerated such things.  I used to scurry away, in fear.  But, I have learned.  If you don't take a stand against cruel cats, they just keep sharpening their claws. 

So, it was embarrassing, but, after my embarrassment faded- I was actually proud of myself.  Of course, other cats and mice noticed so the cat would have to retaliate.  No one walks out on the cat!

And apparently, the cat is getting more angry and desparate because...  his punch came from a totally unexspected source.  A neutral source, suposedly.  The cat can be such a coward.  Sly, and cunning.  I believe that the cat used the source to finish the delivery of the his message against hate, lust, and chastising those mice who would feel sorry for themselves, and blame others for their own circumstances. 

I listened to the speech, and with each implication I gained more insight.  Was this the message that the cat intended for me?  Hate?  Lust?  Regrets?  If so, the cat's sight must be much more distorted than I realized; distorted by the dark lenses added to his glasses.  Lenses of jealousy, hatred, pettiness, feelings of inadequacy, and lust...making it easy to see mice (like me) in a bad light. 

If not, I must be really paranoid about the cat- indeed. 

The punches landed softly on me, rolling right off my mouse sized shoulders.  Yeah, I have many faults but these aren't my faults- the faults of the mouse. 

Lust? 

Not lately.  Not in a while.  It is hard to think sweetly of something that has turned so sour.  If lust ever becomes an issue, it won't be a lust for anything cat related.  Lust for money?  Mice don't have much use for it.  They are pretty content with cheese.

A victim of circumstance? 

Where does this idea come from?  Did I not live up to the cats expectations?  I feel more like a victor now that I no longer allow the cat to drag my heart into these petty battles.  I might be guilty of conceit.  Getting out of the cat trap was really quite a feat; I'm a hero in the land of mice forever.

Jealousy? 

Of what?  From where I am standing, it doesn't look all that good over there.  

Petty?  Hatred? 

Those emotions have been perfected by the cat.  (Add, denial.)

Message to the cat:  You should have taken a closer look at me -the mouse- when you had the chance.  Once again, you are way off base.  Stop deflecting your own issues onto others.  Nothing in your arsenol will be affective, because you do not your enemy.