While I was in my bedroom writing Thursday night’s drunken post, the Mystery Man was in the living room making Sir Hal’s acquaintance. When I came out, the two of them were playing with an unlikely toy – a handful of bills from the visitor’s wallet. I assumed they belong to him anyway. His Excellency doesn’t have his own cash supply.
I told him that bribes weren’t necessary (Sir Hal is a complete sucker for love and becomes immediately enamored with just about anyone who comes through the door) and we cleaned up the money.
This evening after I’d returned from my adventure in The Cloisters (more on that later), I plopped down on the sofa to call my sister in California. While we gabbed, Sir Hal lay on the floor batting something against my bare feet. I ignored him for as long as I could.
“Hold on.” I told my sis, cradling the phone against my shoulder. “Hal wants to play fetch.”
“I still think that’s weird.”
“Yeah, well I… Oh, no way.”
“What?”
At my feet, instead of finding one of his many mouse-shaped, catnip filled doodads, I found a wad of cash.
“Jackpot.”
I traded Hal his windfall for a hair elastic (it’s really all the same to him) and dropped a note to the rightful owner. But he replied that no, it wasn’t his. Rumor has it, he told me, that Sir Hal has been seen at the track, betting on ponies.
I looked at my kitten, now sleeping innocently at the foot of my bed and then at the pile of cash on my desk. Hal? A gambler?
Man, you think you know someone.
Key details are missing here: how much cash did you end up with?
I hope you aren’t turning into Washingtonienne…
How would I be ANYthing like the Washingtonienne?
It was six whole dollars.
(“…MY bare feet.”) i would pay a whole lot more than six bucks for info on who the mystery man is, but alas, i think we shall all go without knowledge of that until/unless you’re willing to give. and saturdays generally suck in the blogworld since the fish never blogs on saturdays….
A guy that plays with your cat AND six dollars? That’s what I call a successfull night.
Your cat is wealthier than I.
Does your cat have a sister?
I am available to be bought things.
Oh, good. When I think of a wad, I think of a lot more than six dollars, which is too much for a man to be leaving behind after visiting with innuendo. But six dollars is a perfectly reasonable amount for Sir Hal to have won at the track.
Well, I was going to ask if Hal is any good at betting on the ponies, but I think the six bucks speaks for itself.
I don’t know about men leaving wads about the house….;).
this is so asking for a cat halloween costume…
With a name like Hal…..come on. Hal’s are born gamblers.
I had a dog who would “burry” stolen toys around the house. Small action figures, Barbie accessories, whatever he could get his paws on. If we couldn’t figure out the owner of the toy, our pup got to keep it.
Hey Fish….
Off topic, but can’t find an email listed on the site. Hopefully not abusing my privilege as an avid reader……but something I thought you might like to look at
…..I know you are into supporting good causes and the eyecandy ain’t bad either…..
I just finished this site for a not-for-profit client:
http://www.firefightersofyorkregion.com
fish@thisfish.com still works. And I’m hoping to get that up on the site very soon. Not in control of these things anymore, you see. But many thanks for the ymmy firemen… rowwrrr.
Ditto on the firemen!! >:)
I picture Hal as more of a slot machine type of cat, myself.
None of you have obviously seen many paintings. Dogs play poker, cats throw dice in the alley. Clickity-Clack!
‘welcome.
thought you’d like. guys aren’t even my thing and caught myself drooling more than once. LOL
what i don’t get is the sweetest one of the bunch is single??!! hmmmmmmmm……..
we should auction him off – you know, for charity’s sake.