Seeing Rhinos

I finally got out of bed at 10 tonight to eat some soup. On my way back downstairs, I saw Wilson, the grey cat, sitting on a box by the front door. The way the light hit him, it caught only the tip of one ear. In my cold-medicine fogged mind I thought "wow. Wilson has a rhinoceros horn." This made complete sense to me, and it wasn't until I got to the bottom of the stairs that I realized I should have at least been slightly concerned.