Yes, kitten, it may be the case that a desired item for nipping lies in here, out of reach, protected by drawers ajar in only the slightest manner, but it is not your moira to reach the treasure today. You may scratch and sniff your way toward retrieval, but even the persona of a bauson will affford you no luck regarding your claws on–what is safely tucked away. Even though the situations of illumination may beg to differ, this is not a standoff of Manichaeism; your Jedi tricks are not battling my dark side. It is, rather, you see, dearest kitty, simply a case of awareness of the intoxicating effects of that which lies in here and another entity’s preference to turn you not into a Cheshire being. For there should be no wonder of you landing on your feet, An entity who adores you has decided to mete, Bit by bit–enough–as needed, until you are replete, Sprinkled joys, as thanks for you, friendly kitten, in a treat! ; )