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Brent Simmons wrote a short essay about his cat, and the point of view of the mouse.

Picture the equivalent for a human, he says. As if it were a fiction. Scary.

But it isn’t fiction. That’s how I feel every night cycling home on the unlit Forest Service road, overhung by trees. I’ve seen that creature, not 100m from there. It was invisible, and large, and silent. There would be no defense [1].

That’s how the mouse feels, I suspect.

[1] Yeah, it’s rare. But of the two people killed by cats in CA in the last 20 years, on opposite ends, I’m a FOAF of both. The lizard brain doesn’t know statistics; the hackles go up every night.