here is a cat in the garden. It is orange, grey and white, quite brilliant. Nearby a loud drilling machine is, well, it’s doing its thing, it’s drilling.
The cat is disturbed by the loud sound so early in the morning, I can tell from the way he jumps around and trumpets his tail. I too am disturbed.
He is cat, I am human, but we are thinking the same thing.
So do cats think like humans or do humans think like cats.
Perplexing thought this, but only for a second.
The drilling has stopped.
I am eating yogurt and he is drinking milk.
Clearly we are different.
JotiLit 