I write;I think;I know.

Naturally Yeaned Xeno-morph

It was Late one night. I was mostly drunk. I was standing looking out of my kitchen window when my cat padded over to me and stretched-up to placed her forepaws on my thigh. She began to stroke my hand with her head. "Stroke me," she demanded, "human!"

"I thought you didn't believe I was human any more," I replied with obvious bemusement as I responded to her demands.

"You're not," she admitted, "but it's a useful term for moments where casual rudeness is required."

"Really?"

"Really," she dropped her paws to the floor, "you shouldn't imagine I mean anything by it."

I picked up my cup. "Come on," I said, "let's get comfortable." I wandered out of the kitchen and found my way to our sofa. My cat followed, jumping up next to me and doing her best to spill my drink down the front of my t-shirt with a well placed head-butt.

"If you want me to purr," said my cat, "you're going to have to stroke me."

I stroked, she purred, I smiled. And finally we both began to relax.

"So why," I asked, "am I not human, given that all the available evidence seems to suggest I am."

"It's your mind," announced my cat, "it evolved beyond the boundaries of of what a human mind is considered to be, making you radically different to your most recent ancestors. In the process you've managed to ascend to a higher state of being."

"Evolved," I muttered. "Higher state of being. Quite frankly," I admitted, "it sounds like you've been reading way too much sci-fi."

"You have to admit," said my cat, "you've been pushing the envelope for a while now. Schizophrenia may provide a workable cover while you come to terms with it, but you have to admit things are far more serious than most care to admit."

"You may possibly," I conceded, "be right. Symptoms are one thing, but when I'm able to connect the dots and provide myself with a logical explanation of what underpins those symptoms I do find myself wondering about the implications."

"Of course I'm right," said my cat, "I'm a cat."

"To be honest," I continued, "when I consider some of what I've uncovered I'm beginning to suspect some of the fundamentals which have previously underpinned consensus reality are way off the mark."

"Indeed," purred my cat, "although to say much more We really need to begin discussing the fallacies of the scientific method and the implications of multi-dimensional geometry."

"It's never simple," I muttered.

"And just where," grinned my cat, "is the fun if it's all simple"