So there is this cat. His name is Stefan. Stefan has spent his entire life in the bathroom. You see, Stefan is a rather shaggy cat and overheats quite often if he leaves the cool tile floor of the bathroom. So, there he resides. There is food in the cabinet, a toilet in the corner, and a shower in the other corner; everything he could ever need. But, if you must know, Stefan is also an opera singer. He loves to sing. He sings, and sings, and sings. Normally, he sings while he is in the shower to ward off the oppressive feelings of misery that overcome him as he is pelted by water (which he absolutely despises, but realizes is necessary for his hygiene). So, the other day, Stefan was singing in the shower while glancing at the mirror. He has such a strong and powerful and controllable voice that Stefan is actually capable of matching the natural resonance of the mirror with his own vocal magic. If he concentrates extra hard and sings super loud, he can make the mirror warp and form sinusoidal waves from his sound waves. It is really quite the sight to see. (The same thing can be seen if you bump up the bass too much in your car, the rear-view mirror starts to warp and jiggle like a go-go dancer.) Anyways, Stefan was singing in the shower to rid himself of misery while watching the mirror starting to warp, when all of a sudden, his father walks in. Stefan’s father says, “Stefan! Why is your singing so poor?!” Stefan, astounded- never having heard someone say his singing is bad: in fact he thought it sounded rather good- retorted, “Father! My singing sounded fine to me! Whatever is the problem?” To this, the father responded, “Stefan, did you not know that it was only the acoustics of the shower that made you sound nice? The sound waves were bouncing off the shower walls in such a way that you sounded very nice, but when I opened the door the most horrendous sound reached my ears. Stefan, I’m afraid you’re not cut out for the opera. You only sound good in the bathroom, dude.” Then, Stefan wept quietly. He climbed out of the shower and toweled himself off. He murmured, “I suppose physics is cool. It enabled me to warp that mirror and that was pretty nuts, but at the same time my dreams were crushed when my father told me I’m only good at singing because of the shape of the bathroom. Shucks.” Then he went to sleep.