I don't believe these metrics, because I can certainly tell the difference between a 10ms ping and a 60ms ping in an online game. Yet there is this cat in my ne

I don't believe these metrics, because I can certainly tell the difference between a 10ms ping and a 60ms ping in an online game. Yet there is this cat in my neighborhood that makes me think I'm deluding myself, and that I'm actually a quarter-second behind the real world. It is a long-haired black cat. It doesn't like us. But it does like taking a shortcut through our front yard. If it sees us, it freezes. It waits, mid-stride. Then when it's satisfied we're not a threat, it starts moving again. If I move my arm or shift my body, it freezes again, sizing me up, sure that this is the day -- after all these years -- that I'm finally going in for the kill. What's weird is I am convinced that this cat knows when I'm going to start moving. It halts before I move. By the time my head is moving or my arm is waving, it is already frozen and on high alert. My working theory is not that this cat is telepathic or that it has defocused temporal perception. Rather, I think that because the cat is smaller than I am, its eyes are closer to its brain, its nerve impulses don't have to travel as far, and it really and truly knows before I do that I'm moving. Otherwise I can't explain this cat's superhuman reflexes or its blatant disregard of general relativity.