She winked from behind her curtain of lace, and told me, "Its money well spent."
I could tell right away that this card reading cat had more than one trick up her sleeve.
She was clever and sly, thought she knew more than I, but it takes skill to make this girl believe.
She slid me the cards, this Tarot reading cat, and I shuffled them thrice in a row,
I cut the deck then, and gave it back with a grin, and said "Tell me, what do you know?"
Her little paw-hand made flourishes grand as she laid out the spread card by card.
In comic book colors, each card depicted a scene which she studied quite hard.
She told me my hopes and my fears and my dreams, all things that I already knew,
And then it came time for the last card in line: the suit Cups and the card was a two.
"Well, would you look at that," said the card reading cat, as she showed me the picture divine.
A page and his maiden, their eyes interlocked, were toasting each other with wine.
"It's a card of true love, of concord, of joy," said the ever-grinning black cat,
"It's what the cards say, and it's coming your way, ain't it great that the cards tell you that?"
I shook my head sadly, deciding at last to reveal what I knew with a frown,
"I'm sorry, dear, but you're mistaken I fear, for you see this card's upside down.
When Two of Cups is reversed, it means discord and worse, it means folly, false love, and deceit."
The cat heaved a sigh, and with a tear in her eye, hung her dark head in defeat.
"Hey, it's alright," I soothed, my voice bright, "a little more practice, that's all."
I got up from my chair, and left a five there, next to the cat's crystal ball.
Then I picked up that card, that old Two of Cups, and I studied it, a frown on my face.
Then bid my farewell with the card in my purse, turned right-side up, you know, just in case.