once upon a time theere was a fat cat that liked to walk along the beach sipping pina coladas in the sunshine. often they felt like the warmth contrasted with the cool icy alcohol in a way reminiscent of their days before joining cat kind. it was this vague feeling of being of a time before it knew of, that the cat based its sense of reality and self worth upon. for if it was to believe only in the now, in the tangiable, and the proven, then who is to say what it could achieve in such limited constraints. no, by quietly clinging to the notion that it was more than it is now, before it is now, it can sustain a mild sense of childlike wondermen