Chapter Five

A young blonde woman of questionable occupation sat at the bar beside BarCat. She pulled out a couple of big bills, chose one, and ordered a drink from Pete, the Bartender. As she proceeded to get blotto, she started to talk to BarCat, cause Pete couldn't understand her thick accent. That was not an issue for BarCat.

She was working the street corner a few blocks away. She had tried for several model jobs, but most of them were for porn movies. She complained that she has been unable to get a real job since coming to this country because of her legal status.

She wished she could find a man who was rich and could take her away and keep her as a queen in a tower. Oh, the fairytale life she wove as she sat there babbling on and on about fancy clothes, fine food, parties, and the power that money brings.

BarCat got bored after a bit and tried to snatch some of her drink, but she pushed him away. She once again said she wished for a rich husband to take her away from all this. BarCat smiled and granted her wish.

A couple of years rolled by, and Pete was reading the paper to BarCat about a lady Pete swears he knows from somewhere. It seems she was a model who married a well-known real estate mogul. Pete laughed. More like a guy who probably is laundering money for the Russian Mob. But it seems he was running to be a candidate for president. It also seems he has a mistress who was not paid enough for her confidentiality, and she was talking about his lack of manhood and some pretty shady deals.

He laughed, saying someone like that would never become president. And he poured a drink for himself. He noticed no one was looking and gave one to BarCat, who shook his head and indulged deep in the drink.

Yeah, she asked for a rich, powerful guy. And she didn't share her drink. She never mentioned anything about his being intelligent, young, or well-equipped.

A reminder to all: tip the bartender and the cat.