A Handful of Cat Poo by Chuck Rhein

A Handful of Cat Poo by Chuck Rhein

· I accidentally grasped a handful of cat poo
· This was not due to a lack or a void of cat poo in my life
· I did not subscribe to any cat poo activities that would somehow fulfill my civic minded duty to the town in which I currently reside
· I did not participate in any type of a counseling scenario where options were presented to me so I could in fact better my life or that of my families' life by securing a firm grasp on a large deposit of cat poo
· To my knowledge, I did not better the environment nor aid in the reduction of Hydroflurocarbons in the atmosphere by firmly adjoining my finger tips to the cat deposit of pure love
· The organization in which I am currently employed, did not have it's cause advanced by my medieval method of being connected to cat poo
· There was no greater closeness achieved between myself & the cat of which my fingers bathed themselves in essence of Rosie and or Figaro
· I was not given any new revelation or insight as to why through the ages, man has lost his opportunities to advance, breakthrough unforeseen barriers, to somehow embrace the essence of what the Egyptians so wonderfully understood as cat worship, by my having embraced the textured mass of cat poo
· I was not given a valuable business commodity as to one day potentially burn cat poo in our cars as a fossil fuel by grasping the fantabulous handful of shared cat blessings
· No my friends, I grabbed a handful of pure colorful joy simply to get the proper perspective of how short & fleeting a vacation in this life is, and that if I'm truly given the gift of cat poo, I should happily leap for joy and make lemonade, post cat poo.