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Chapter Twelve |
Friday night is always the busiest night in the bar.
Barcat muses over the term "First date night" and chuckles.
Cats don't date.
They meet in a back alley, hiss a little, purr a little,
then get it on. And
yea, if you do it right, she screams. Barcat smiled.
Nature's way, so the humans call it. As
Barcat wandered about the bar, a young man was sitting at a table,
alone. Very unusual
for a Friday night. He
seemed to be waiting for someone.
Barcat rubbed up against his leg.
The man was eating one of cook's burgers.
The man broke off a piece of the juicy red meat and offered
it, under the table, so no one would see.
He seemed to think it was not OK to feed the cat, but how
would he know. Barcat
sat there chewing the meat, savoring the bloody taste and light
seasoning. What
surprised Barcat was the man offered him more.
Barcat checked the plate from a distance, he had not touched
his food. Barcat
wondered why. The man
drank his drink sparingly, but the food sat getting cold on his
plate.
A
little while later a nice young lady Barcat has met before came in.
She sat at the bar, ordered two shots and a beer.
One shot went to Barcat.
As he took some licks, she scratched him on the head.
"Another Friday night, and I am sitting in a bar alone.
again." She sighed.
Barcat noticed the earphones that were dangling on her shoulders. They had been hooked to her phone, but she had taken the ear pieces out and just let them hang around her neck and had tucked the phone away. He quickly grabbed at the earpiece, snagged it and in a flash, jumped down off the counter, cord in mouth and ran to the back of the bar and under a table. The young lady yelled "hey" and chased after him. She saw him stop at a table and as he "tried" to get away, she bent down to grab him and stood up.
The young man was laughing. A lovely young lady was standing there holding the cat in both hands, at arm's length, and the cat had a headset dangling out of his mouth. The young man stood up, still laughing, and removed the headset.
"Is
this yours?" He was still laughing.
The
young man spoke up. "I
noticed you sitting at the bar with the cat.
Do you always buy him drinks?"
Now the young man started laughing. " And I was feeding him from my burger earlier. A cat as company. Well, we could do worse."
The young woman smiled. "Is that seat taken? I think you would offer better company right now than the cat. At least you laugh."
The
young man stopped laughing, seemed to think it over for a few
seconds, smiled and replied, "That seat is available, if you would
like to join me."
Barcat looked over in the direction that Pete was pointing, and smiled. Sometimes there are good nights at the bar. |
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