While having lunch at a sidewalk cafe, an antique art collector noticed a scruffy-looking cat lapping up milk from a saucer. The collector realized with a start that the saucer was a rare and valuable piece. Trying to act nonchalant, he went to the cafe owner and asked if the cat was his.
“She’s just a stray,” said the owner. “I gave her some milk because I felt sorry for her.”
“I’ll give you five dollars for her,” said the collector.
“What do you want with that mangy thing?” said the owner.
“I have a soft spot in my heart for homeless animals.”
“A soft spot in your head is more like it.”
The collector saw that the owner needed some cajoling. “Oh, come on,” he said, taking out his wallet. “Tell you what — I’ll give you ten dollars.”
“It’s a deal,” said the owner, and pocketed the money.
“I’m sure you won’t mind throwing in the saucer,” said the collector. “The cat seems to like it so much.”
“Hell no,” said the owner. “That’s my lucky saucer. Just this week I’ve sold nine cats who were drinking from it.”