the cat in the crib

...so i am going for a walk and i see this lady with a baby carriage across the street...for whatever reason...my intuition tells me that , regardless of how this appears , there is , in fact...no baby in the carriage...so i cross the street...take a look...and sure enough...there is no baby...INSTEAD...however...i see a cat...all nestled in and content...under the covers...i walk away...thinking to myself..."self...things are not always the way they appear...in fact...things are hardly ever the way they appear"...and the cat lady walks off into the distance .