I had always scoffed at those who said that we could do anything we put our minds to, and that our beliefs were what limited us. We had to let go of our doubts, they said, and visualize what we wanted. Now I stopped scoffing; it was time to believe in myself, just as they said we needed to. I knew what I wanted: years before, I had lusted after an exceptionally desirable woman named Robin. My housemates and I had a cat named Bandit, and I reasoned that a bandit is a robber and robbers engage in robbin'; therefore Bandit could be transformed into Robin for my carnal delight. I visualized the metamorphosis, lifted Bandit to my face, and rubbed noses with him. He blinked at me and meowed.