Good Game! Good Game!

Oh my word did I have a fun time but did I pay for it.

You see in the two legs' study - where I do all this writing to you - he's got a big notice board and they pin stuff up on it. They usually use these nice multi-coloured pins which are great to pull out of the board and take down to Sebastian's bed and drop in there. Then when he turns over he lands on the pin and squeals and jumps up. He never seems to realise the pin is there or if he does perhaps he is just being nice to me and making out like he is hurt. Either way it is fun and he never gets really cross with me.

The two legs did though!

It seems that under these pins they keep some paper which they have notes on and other things - something called Lotto tickets. Whatever that is it seems that these tickets get you a lot of money when you take them back to the shop. I think they must be like antiques or something. Anyway they were having a clear out the other day and moved the cupboard unit that is right under the notice board and there were some of these pink tickets on the floor.

"What the heck are these doing here?" I heard him shout.

"Oh my Gosh they could be winners she said where were they?"

"Down behind the unit!" his voice trailed off as his eyes moved across to me. I sensed there was going to be an awkward moment or two so I sidled away,

"Casper come here!" Now this is where we cats have an edge over dogs; if dogs are called they instinctively turn and run towards the voice. It is not their fault it is just something they can't help doing. Now a cat is different. We hear but we don't have to listen or obey. We were brought up to assert our independence from the start so we never do something unless we want to or or we really need to do it to curry favour. Now was a time that favour needed to be curried and how.

I put on my sweetest smile and glided over towards him purring and rubbing round his legs.

"You didn't take those naughty pins out of the board and hide Daddy's papers did you Casper?" it was working - his voice was all gooey.

"Of course I did - how else could I get a pin to stick in Sebastian's bed. Do you think I can climb into that silly set of drawers of yours, open the box and take a pin out. Of course I can't!"

"Daddy knew Casper wouldn't do that. Must have been one of your cats" he announced turning to the female two legs.

"Doesn't matter who did it we had better check the numbers" as usual hers was the voice of reason.

"Oh no they are a year old we couldn't claim anyway. Best not check them." Her eyes landed on me - she knew the truth; no purring and cupboard love (pardon the pun) would work there.

I made for the garden and sat under the lavender bush. I wonder what it would have been like to be a millionaire's cat.