Feline reality

- Hey, are you sleeping?  Something is happening here! - cried Pooh worriedly, rushing through the house.
Murka opened her eyes, not understanding what had happened.  Lutyi calmly looked at the nervous Pooh.
- Tell me what's going on there, - Lutyi said indifferently.
- I went to the old psychic Blackwood.  And learned this... You won't believe it!  We see our gods not as they really are.
- Well, we all wear masks and pretend sometimes.  Remember how you specifically ask to go out, only to come right back in, hoping to be fed again.  Or how Murka walks in circles, pretending to be crazy...
- No, wait, Lutyi.  I'm not talking about that.  Mistress really have a radically different appearance compared to how we see them.  Lutyi, describe what our goddess-mistress looks like?
- How how?  As usual.  Strange clothes, something incomprehensible on the legs,  walk on two legs only...
- Stop!  Describe her face.
- She looks like Murka... or is Murka like her?
- So.  We see them as big us.  And this is not so!
- What are you saying?  - Murka looked at her son in surprise.
- I went on business to Blackwood.  We talked and he shared some subtle information from the streams.  He said that the gods do not look as we see them.  They don't have fur, that's why they have a lot of different rags to keep from freezing.  And their face is not a face.  They are not cats!
- Pooh, do you really believe that?
- Lutyi, imagine.  We thought they were gods.  That we are their children.  And now... - he sighed sadly.  - And Blackwood said that dogs see everyone as dogs.
- Well, well.  Do I look like a dog? - Murka smiled.
- And sparrows see everyone as sparrows, - Pooh continued.
- Murka, it is something hereditary.  You gave birth to a crazy son.  Or this shamanism blew his roof off, - Lutyi worried.
- Lutyi, just think!
- Listen, Pooh.  I suggest that you do not treat the goddess-mistress today, but go hunting.  Look, just don't confuse the mouse and your friend Blackwood, - Murka and Lutyi laughed loudly.  - You have to come up with something like that!
Pooh was offended and went to the windowsill.  He looked thoughtfully at the familiar figure of his goddess-mistress.  No matter how hard he tried and did not squint his eyes, he still saw how a big cat, standing on two hind legs, was watering the flowers under the window.