Have you ever dreamed of one thing for so long, wanted nothing more than to have that dream fulfilled, only to find out that maybe it wasn't what you actually wanted all along?"He juggled four stones lightly. "I believe that's called growing up.

You don't understand," Lionheart said, turning his back on the cat. "No one does.""While I am a firm believer in the uniqueness of each person," said the cat, "the motications of the spirit are as predictable as the seasons.

What, suddenly I am a figure from an ancient bit of nursery nonsense?" He lifted a forepaw and began chewing his toes, the picture of dismissive indifference. "And the next egg you come across you'll ask, 'Tell me, sir, what were you doing up on that wall anyway?'""Are you ashamed to answer?""I am ashamed of nothing. I am a cat." The cat gracefully placed his paw next to the other, sitting as prim as a perfect statue.

No, something far more mysterious has taken Felix. He has heard the unicorn." Like a performer, the cat gave a dramatic pause."Um," said Lionheart."You have no idea what I'm talking about, have you?""No, sorry.""Mortals," growled the cat.

Lionheart glared at the cat, who smiled back. "Can you read my mind?""No." The cat sniffed and seemed to smile. "I can smell it. Which is made the easier for the stink your thoughts give off. All this self-pity and moping! *I did what I had to do.* Lick my whiskers, you did. Be a man, and face your actions for what they were!