fortune telling of fish {Othello and Misto}

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[atrb=background,http://i47.tinypic.com/4taia8.png] It was a nice clear morning with lovely clear skies. Othello was up early as usual, you had to get up early if you wanted to catch the best fish. That's when they were out, nice and early in the morning before anyone else would be awake. Othello grabbed his trusted fishing rod and strode out towards the beach, making his way to his favorite fishing spot. He liked his fishing spot, Othello claimed that the best fish would always be in his fishing spot. No other cat's fishing spot was as good as his apparently. He sighed, following his usual routine as he cast the line out into the lovely ocean waters, waiting patiently for a bite. It always took some time to get a catch, fishing can never be rushed. It was quite, a little to quite for Othello's liking. He felt like something was going to jump out and scare him at any second, possibly even a tug at the line might give him a fright, but he kept his concentration, licking his lips as he thought about the sweet taste of fish in the morning.

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[atrb=background,http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y77/libbyoc/forumblack.png] Misto was sitting outside his family’s caravan and looked out at the horizon. Though his brown eyes were concentrated on the distant sea sparkling in the sunlight that danced along the water’s surface, Misto’s thoughts were elsewhere. His family woke up earlier than usual and the campfire had been extinguished for the day’s tolls. It was too hot to keep the fire burning though out the entire summer’s day and Misto was more than happy to creep into the woods and find more firewood when the dark evening sky overlooked them. There was air of tension surrounding the tuxedo tomcat, however, he assumed he wasn’t the only one who felt it. Normally he was the only one awake earlier enough to greet the morning sun as it rose into the sky but today, no one could sleep. How could they? The air was hot and humid and Misto had sparked an argument with his mother that no one really needed to deal with at this time of year. Misto traveled with his large family all his life- his cousins, uncles, aunts, sisters, brothers, and his mother. He had no clue where his father was and he missed his grandfather terribly. His grandfather passed away years ago but not before he bequeathed Misto his most prized possession- his violin. Misto treasured the instrument to this day. His grandfather was the one who taught him to play when he was very small and was the only cat in the traveling troupe of cats that took him seriously. Misto was born the runt of the litter. He was the youngest cat of the group and his mother constantly coddled him and eventually the effect rubbed off onto the others. Misto was always treated like a kit, even when he was much older. He wanted to do his part and help his struggling family make ends meet. His grandfather taught him to play the violin and after much practice, Misto was able to play expertly for his sisters to dance to. Oh, he loved music so! As the years went by, the black and white tom grew curious of life beyond the caravan and he wanted to make more money for the family. He learned how to perform card tricks and read fortunes and offered his services to the cats of the city, going to them rather than waiting for clients to approach the caravan on the beach. Though, despite the few extra schillings he earned, music was his true passion and he longed to share it with the world. Misto and his mother had been bickering an awful lot lately. Misto loved and respected each of his family members very much but lately, he had an itch to try traveling and playing his violin for himself. His mother did not like this sort of thinking and turned down his hopes and inspirations whenever he began mentioning it again. He was awfully frustrated. He met so many nice cats in Grimalkin and he didn’t want to leave. His nomadic lifestyle promised that soon enough, his stay on the beach would be cut short. He wanted to stay and play his violin for coins rather than perform for coins like a traveling circus freak with various bizarre talents. He sighed and pulled his legs closer into his chest. He rested his chin on the top of his shins and stared absently into the ocean. How could he give all this up? Misto noticed something in the corner of his eye. He curiously looked at the direction from which the blur of motion sprung from and looked at the fishing tom prepare his pole for its hunt in the sea. Mist had fished before- being a gyspy he couldn’t buy much food and the beach promised he wouldn’t go hungry- but he had never used a fishing pole. He was inspired by the device he saw and his adventurous spirit go the better of him. Raising to his paws, he trotted through the sand towards the tom. “Hello there,” Misto panted- he didn’t care much for the sand, it felt weird on his paws and his feet constantly sunk into the ground and made it difficult to walk. He straighter up as he caught his breath and smiled widely. He motioned to the caravan a few feet away and mewed, “I was just sitting over there in my camp and I couldn’t help but notice…” He now pointed a excited paw at the fishing pole and a kit-like wonder flashed in his amber gaze, “can I see how that works? I mean… I know how to fish, but I have never had the privilege to use such a marvelous contraption. I’ve seen them around here before but, I always wondered… Do they work well?”

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[atrb=background,http://i47.tinypic.com/4taia8.png] Othello jumped as the other tom had startled him. He fumbled with the fishing pole for a moment before he managed to get his grip back on the thing just before it fell into the water. He didn't even see this other cat coming, Othello must have really been out of it with his concentrating because he was usually the first one to notice another cat strolling along.He looked at the newcomer, observing him for a moment before he got up, firmly holding his rod. "Well hello!" Othello beamed, always seeming happy when someone friendly came along to greet him. He looked down at his fishing pole and then back up at Misto. "What this?" He had all the time in the world, so the tom figured that it couldn't hurt to postpone his fishing for a moment to give a quick demonstration. He reeled in the line and then picked up the hook carefully, holding the hook up near Misto but not to close, Othello didn't want to prick him by accident. "You see this? The fish gets this stuck in it's mouth when it tries to eat the bait. Fish are to stupid to notice the hooks ya'know." He gave a little chuckle before casting the line out again and plopping down onto his rump. "You might have to wait awhile, but you can get some fine tasty fish out there! Once they get the hook stuck in their mouth, you simply just reel the fish back in." He pointed out to the water as he explained. "So who are you my fine friend? A lover of fish perhaps?" He gave a little grin. Fish lovers were always Othello's best mates. It wasn't often that the tom had friendly encounters with others, and especially not early in the mornings when he was out fishing, actually that's when he least expected to met anyone. Not ever cat comes out to the beach nice and early like he did. Maybe other fisherman but he usually didn't find too much company. It was an odd yet comforting sensation, maybe he would be able to have a little fun this morning, he loved giving lessons. There were always plenty more mornings to come and it wasn't like Othello needed his fish that desperately, actually he had been getting better catches than usual lately. He had all the time in the world for fun and games.

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[atrb=background,http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y77/libbyoc/forumblack.png] Misto watched Othello carefully as he explained how a fishing rod worked. His eye grew with wonder and enthusiasm with the fisherman’s every word. Though Misto felt a little bad for the fish that got a hook stuck in its mouth, he couldn’t help but purr at the tool’s craftsmanship and its user’s cleverness. Misto his a little lighthearted bounce on his toes and he cheerfully mewed, “my gracious friend, thank you for that brief educational lesson!” He looked out to the sea and gazed upon in longingly. If he had a fishing rod, he could catch bigger and better fish than the little minnows he caught with his paws. It would be easier to feed his family with the bigger portions… and if he was able to live on his own, he would need to know about these sorts of tools- they could save him from starving. He wished he could try it, but he didn’t want to impose. Though Misto was one for eagerly trying new things and going off on dangerous adventures without blinking an eye, he did know that it wasn’t good form to approach a fisherman and ask him to hand over his tools of trade. He figured if he got to know him better, perhaps he’d be kind enough to let him try the fishing rod later. This though was exhilarating to the tuxedo tomcat and his pleased expression displayed his excitement for the world to see. Misto wasn’t very subtle about his good moods. “Oh forgive my rashness,” he chuckled, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly with a silly grin. He looked to the fisherman and beamed at him in a friendly manner and held out his paw for him to shake, “I am Misto. I live on this beach- for now, anyways. We travel a lot, you see.” He directed his attention to the caravan again. “See that wagon there? That is where my family and I have set up camp. If you are ever in need of a good song or dance, feel free to stop by. My mother and I do readings as well, if you are interested.” He blinked warmly at the other tom and looked out to the ocean again, trying to move the conversation away from his mother and fortune telling. As much as he loved both subjects, he didn’t want to think about the fight from the night before. Without missing a beat he said, “it sure is beautiful. I try to make a point of seeing the sunrise over the sea every morning. It is a truly breathtaking sight.” He laughed, “the view certainly makes up for all this sand!” He shook his paws and knocked out all the sand stuck between his paw pads. Once he finished he sat down beside Othello and in a friendly inquisitive tone asked, “and you, my friend? What may I call you?”

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[atrb=background,http://i47.tinypic.com/4taia8.png] Othello gave the friendly tom a big grin. "You're welcome! No harm in giving a good fellow a quick fishing lesson." He wished that he could have given Misto one of his long, dragged out fishing lessons. There was so much to teach about fishing. Othello would have loved to do that, however he didn't want to bore Misto to death, he had a habit of doing that once he got started. Othello looked back at the caravan. "Traveling aye? I've done a bit of traveling myself you see! Oh but I bet you have been to as many places then I have." Othello had spend a short amount of his life traveling, however he had settled down here in Gweillan, finding it a nice and peaceful place to live. Songs and dances? Othello loved that kind of stuff, his eyes grew a little wider then usual as Misto spoke about it. Othello could just imagine the lovely festivities. A good song and a good dance was always a great way to have fun. Secretly, Othello loved dancing. He was no professional but he loved doing it just as much as the next cat. He would always have a good dance now and then, just because he could and he found it to be almost as fun as fishing was. But of course, nothing could match the sweet suspense of fishing and the pride that came with hooking in a big catch. Othello's ears perked up. So that explained why this tom was out so early. It was true that the sunrises were quite a stunning thing to look at. "Well it's nice to meet you Misto! My name's Othello. Our names sound a little similar don't they? Othello, Misto. Misto, Othello, see?" He gave a little chuckle. Othello really did find the weirdest things funny. "A reading?" Othello looked confused. He didn't know exactly what Misto meant my reading. Did he mean stories? Did Misto's mother read stories? Maybe Misto meant something else, that would make more sense of course.

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[atrb=background,http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y77/libbyoc/forumblack.png] “Uh,” Misto faltered slightly with an awkward glance to Othello. He didn’t really see the connection between the two names. He didn’t want to offend him though so he laughed and shrugged, “if you say so, sure.” He felt the comfortable happiness the other tom felt as they spoke of fishing, dancing and traveling so when Misto mentioned his ability to read fortunes, he noticed Othello’s hesitation. The cat that once chimed in so happily and quickly to the conversation suddenly seemed at a loss. Misto looked at him and realized that he didn’t have a clue what ‘readings’ meant and with a compassionate smile, he gently explained, “yes, readings- fortune telling.” He smiled a little wider and dipped his paw into his belt and pulled out his deck of playing cards. He flashed them to Othello, flipping through them with the tips of his paws. His whiskers twitched in an amused sort of way as he continued, “I can read the cards, you see. I can answer any question you may have or I can see into your past, present, and future. My mother is talented in many of the fortune telling arts, she can read tea leaves, flames, bones, all sorts of stuff like that.” He waved the deck and smiled, “but me, I just use cards- they are much less, well, weird. They are fully portable too and I can do card tricks with them.” He suddenly became enthusiastic as he took the first card on the top of the deck, a Jack of Diamonds. He twirled it in his fingers and flashed its face back up and suddenly the red face card was replaced with three black spades. He laughed and shook his head, as he looked up at Othello with a twinkle in his brown eyes, “I love doing that.” He stuffed the deck back into the folds of the scarf tied around his waist. "But, well," he said dramatically, looking out to the sea, "you don't want to sit around here all day and listen to me go rambling on about my tricks and readings." He gave the fisherman a sideways glance and winked, "you're not the first. Not many people usually go for things like that. No hard feelings, I know you can't make people believe in things like that so I usually take their criticism in stride." He looked up at a pair of seagulls flying over head as he continued his quick ramblings, "boy it is getting hot out, do you feel that?"

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[atrb=background,http://i47.tinypic.com/4taia8.png] Othello's face lit up with excitement. So that's what the tom had meant by readings. Othello would have never figured that out, he was quite interested now. He listened to Misto's explanation of what he did with the cards and was quite fascinated about it. He had never heard of such a thing. He was very eager to get a reading now, maybe a few if it didn't bother Misto. "So that's what you meant by readings!" The tom rubbed the back of his head, feeling slightly embarrassed for not understanding the first time. He should have realized Misto had meant that by readings. Othello watched the card carefully as Misto did his little card trick. Once the card changed, he immediately stood up and gave a little clap, placing his fishing rod down genteelly on the ground first of course. "Ahh wow! How did you do that my friend?" Othello thought for a moment. "Wait, a magician never reveals his secrets? Does that rule apply to fortune tellers?" He scratched his head. "Oh well, that's a pretty cool trick if you ask me!" The tom slowly sat himself back down and put his hands behind his head, relaxing a little now. This sounded like it was going to be fun. "Oh my friend Misto! Don't be so harsh on yourself, I'd love to hear more about you're tricks and readings!" Othello grabbed his hat from off of the ground and waved it in front of his face to act as a fan. "Well let's forget about the heat. How about you give me one of those readings of yours hmm?" Othello winked at him. "I'd love to know about my future! Do I have kittens? How many? Will the cat I have them with be beautiful? Will I be rich? Will I ever become famous for my fishing?" Othello stopped, realizing he was asking maybe a little to much. "Ha ha, sorry. Getting carried away aren't I?" He huffed, still fanning himself with his hat. It was getting quite hot now. It was a little unusual too since it was so early in the morning but Othello didn't seem to be to suspicious about it.

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[atrb=background,http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y77/libbyoc/forumblack.png] Misto smiled gleefully under the other cat’s praise and nodded his head with a soft chuckle, “yes, I am afraid that I cannot share my card trick methods aloud…” He hesitated slightly, however he never really understood WHY that was a rule. He wanted to teach others new things and if they wanted to try the trick themselves, how could they? Sure, Misto taught himself how to do card tricks and illusions like that but- what was the harm in a little friendly advice? He excitably looked to Othello. “Of course, I’m not like any other magician,” he grinned and he held up the three of spades and then slid the card that was behind it into view- the Jack of Diamonds. “You see, it is all slight of hand. I really picked two cards up from the deck but held them together so it only appeared that I held one.” He showed Othello the red face card, “this one, in fact. Then, when I turned it away from you, I was able to switch it with the card behind it without you noticing. It takes great skill and dexterity to coordinate your paw’s digits to slide them into place fast enough so the audience doesn’t see it, but it is wondrous- isn’t it?” Misto shuffled the two cards back into the deck and continued to shuffle them absently as Othello asked for a reading. Misto grinned and nodded his head in a gracious manner. “Of course you can have a reading!” he chuckled. “I charge two schillings per reading,” he winked with a good-natured laugh, “so I don’t mind if we are here all day asking the cards each of your questions.” He handed the deck to Othello and began to explain the rules of fortune telling to him. “Now, here’s how this is going to work- if you have a minor question for the spirits, you take one card from the deck after shuffling, if you have a slightly bigger question, you take three, and if you want a really in depth reading, take eight.” Misto eyed Othello carefully as he continued, “I usually do readings of three cards, which symbolize your past, present, and future. But the choice is completely up to you and there is no extra charge for a more in-depth reading. If really depends on the question and severity and extent you want it to be answered. Now, when you shuffle, you think of your question and focus on it. You stop shuffling when the cards feel right to you and then when you stop, you take your cards and lay them out, face up, for me to interpret.” He grinned excitably, “got it? Sounds fun right? Okay! Off you go!”

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[atrb=background,http://i47.tinypic.com/4taia8.png] Othello grinned, watching the tom explain the card trick. It was really fascinating, Othello didn't even realize that Misto had picked up two cards instead of one. It must have really took some skill to be able to make the trick look so realistic. "My my, how long did it take you to get so good at it! I never would have noticed that you switched the cards like that. And to think that the secret behind your wondrous trick was so simple!" Othello smirked at him. "That's really some talent you got there, I bet your reading skills will be even more amazing." Othello picked up a little pouch that laid beside him and then pulled out some shillings. Two shillings sounded a little petty to him, so instead he handed over four to the tom. "Here, take the extra two as a tip. I've got a good amount of cash on me, I have no problem giving out a little extra to a good fellow." He sat himself up, stopping his whole lazy act before carefully taking the deck of cards, shuffling them carefully. He didn't know when would be the right time to stop, he wasn't getting that feeling yet. "Can I have the simple past present and future reading first? If you don't mind, I might have one or two readings after." It was impressive that cats like Misto could actually predict things like the future. He wondered how Misto did it, maybe he just knew, or was there some kind of special technique? Othello was focusing to much on the questions in his mind, he hoped that wouldn't mess with the readings. He knew what he wanted to know, past present and future, although he was a little worried that the random thoughts passing through his head might interfere. He let out a soft sigh, slowly stopping with his shuffling. He didn't know if it was really time to stop, but his paws refused to shuffle any longer. Othello figured that it must mean that it was time. "Alright, I think I'm done shuffling." He hesitantly took the first three cards from the top of the deck and handed them to Misto. He had focused on his question through the majority of the time shuffling, although he couldn't help but to wonder if his other thoughts got in the way.

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[atrb=background,http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y77/libbyoc/forumblack.png] Misto chuckled as Othello marveled his talent with the cards. Normally Misto didn’t like showing off his skills, but for some reason, Othello was different. He seemed genuinely interested in the card trick and Misto was more than happy to share it with him. Although he was somewhat humble, Misto did like using the cards as a sort of ice-breaker when meeting new cats. He loved making friends and the best way to do it seemed to be by telling his stories, playing his violin, or performing some card tricks. Misto found each of his talents were great conversations starters and intrigued and delighted those around him, which was all Misto really wanted in life- to entertain others for the sheer joy of making them happy and meeting new cats and befriending them. The tuxedo tom smiled at Othello and explained with a merry gleam in his brown eyes, “it did take me a while to make my paws work correctly. I had very short and stubby paws as a kit, you see. It certainly made learning the violin difficult!” He laughed good-naturedly. “but I think it was the practice I did with the violin that helped me gain control over my paws and finally enabled me to attempt learning card tricks.” He straightened with pride, “I taught them all to myself- that one was one of my own creation~ Every once in a while I would learn a new one from a guest in the taverns- but when I was first starting out, I had to improvise.” As Othello dipped into his coin purse to pay Misto the two schillings he charged for a reading and passed him EXTRA, Misto’s eyes grew wide with shock. Misto began charging five schillings for readings but he could never bear to take so much from others for simply interpreting a spread of cards so he would waver on the price often. Misto’s family was very large and they were naught but humble gypsies so they didn’t have much of anything. Misto had to make money telling fortunes, playing his violin, doing card tricks, telling made up stories- anything to get some donations. He needed money but he also knew he wasn’t the only one- and he certainly didn’t like taking from the poor. He recently changed his fortune telling prices to two schillings because he felt less guilty- two schillings wasn’t much at all and most cats could afford it. Now, as he looked at the coins sparkling in the sunlight before him, Misto looked up at Othello in awe. “Th-thank you,” he said in a voice barely above a whisper. He wasn’t sure if he should accept the extra tip but he didn’t want to offend Othello and he DID need the money. He scooped up the coins and tucked them into his belt as Othello shuffled the deck. When the tomcat finally finished and laid the cards before them, Misto’s whiskers twitched with amusement and he grinned as he excitably mewed, “all right, let’s have a look!” Before him sat the Ace of Spades, 10 of Clubs, and 9 of Hearts. Misto inwardly groaned at the first card- it wasn’t a very fortunate one at all, but as his eyes swept over the next two, his spirits brightened. The 10 of Clubs was promising and hearts always symbolized luck, fortune and love. They were the best cards to get in a hand and Misto was pleased. He liked Othello and didn’t want to have to give him bad news after he paid him so nicely. Besides, Misto had plenty of customers who would refuse to pay him because they didn’t like the cards they got. Misto certainly didn’t want that. He looked up at the fisherman before him and smiled encouragingly. “Alright Othello, the cards have spoken to me. They have told me stories of your life up to this point and they have given me a glimpse of what is to come.” Without further ado, Misto pointed to the first card. “The Ace of Spades symbolizes misfortune. I see death in your past and a difficult journey that you had to take to mourn the loss of your loved ones.” As Misto concentrated on Othello’s expression, he caught a quick glimpse of the other cat’s mind. For a moment, he could see Othello and his brother and the rest of his family and then, in a blink, they were gone and Othello was alone. Misto’s heart grew heavy with sympathy for the other cat. He seemed so happy despite loosing so much. In a flash, the vision was gone and Misto shook his head to clear his thoughts. He looked to Othello earnestly and in a subdued voice he murmured, “I am sorry for your loss.” His eyes slowly flickered back to the cards and he picked up the 10 of Clubs that was placed in the middle of the spread. He showed the card to Othello as he explained, “though your past was faced with difficulties you were able to carry on. The 10 of Clubs tells me you took a trip- a different sort of trip- the past was emotional and spiritual and this once is physical and spiritual- and this journey resulted in business success, friends, and love. It tells me that you are currently on the right track.” He smiled softly at Othello, happy that he was able to give him some good news after the bleak card that foretold his past. Looking at him now and getting to know him, Misto could tell that Othello was likeable and friendly so making friends couldn’t be a difficult task for him- who knew? Someone may even have a romantic interest in him. That cards certainly thought it was possible. He also seemed to be a talented and knowledgeable fisherman, and judging by the amount of coins he was able to give away, the business paid well. It certainly seemed accurate to say that he was doing very well for a cat that started off on the wrong end of life. Misto continued the reading, his smile growing more as he pointed to the last card. “And now we reach the last card- the nine of hearts! Hearts are lucky and pleasant suits, and the nine of cards is nicknamed the ‘card of wishes’. Your future foretells a wish or a dream being fulfilled. Looking back to your previous card, I can see that your heart desires a stable income, good friends, and love- and this card guarantees that the one you desire most will come to you in the future.” Misto looked up from the spread with a twinkle in his eye and a pleased grin parting his lips. “And there you have it, my friend. The cards have told me of your past, present, and future~” He chuckled, “so, whadda’ think? Was it as good as my changing card trick?”

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[atrb=background,http://i47.tinypic.com/4taia8.png] Othello observed the tom, happily relaxing himself as he spoke. He noticed quickly that Misto was proud of his card tricks and his abilities, and what kind of cat wouldn't? Othello had never seen such amazing tricks, and it made a quick spark for the Siamese's curiosity. "You play the violin too? Gosh, you're just full of talent aren't you?" As Othello saw it, the only real talent he had was fishing and maybe hunting now and then, however he assumed that he would be rusty with his hunting abilities by now. These days, Othello rarely went out into forest like areas, and thus he came across less mice and birds to fetch himself however being a thief in the past, can really help when you want to be quiet and sneaky. Othello liked to dance as well, however he also didn't count that as a talent since he was no real professional. The tom noticed Misto's eyes lighten at the glitter of money. He smirked softly, almost knowing for sure that Misto was thankful for the tip. Maybe the poor fellow was short on money or poor, either way, the fisherman had no problem with sparing a little for the less fortunate. He dipped his head lightly, hearing the quiet 'thank you', however he pretended to not hear it for Misto's sake. "How did you learn how to do those card tricks by yourself? Do you sit and just mess around sometimes? I'm very curious about all of the things you can do. It's almost like you have magic, but at the same time you don't, you know?" Othello gave a little chuckle and watched as Misto laid the cards out. He quickly moved forwards to get a good glimpse of the reading. He felt his heart sink a little deeper into his chest as Misto explained the first card. He was surprised by how accurate it was. How did Misto read all of that just from one tiny card? It was very true that Othello had a difficult past. Things did go very wrong, however from him it was more of a gradual thing instead of something that hit him hard and all at once, and through this he started to move on. Still, Othello always tried to keep his mind off of his brother. They were very close and did many things together back in the day. Othello sunk his claws into the dirt, thinking about the horrible tragedy that lead to his death. The fisherman swallowed, trying to find his voice again. "H-how very accurate those cards are. If I was any other cat, I'd say that you would have been following me all my life." He playfully winked at Misto, slowly letting his memories ease back into the past. He was hoping that the next card might display some better fortune. Othello smiled as he explained the next card. He tried not to show it to much since Othello thought that being a little to proud could be a bad thing, however he couldn't help but to feel proud of himself. He did come off at a rough start, but he was able to smooth it over in time, and now he even had a lovely business going where he could just fish and enjoy a laid back life. The Siamese eased forwards a little more as Misto explained the last card to him. A wish? What could that mean? Othello didn't know of any wishes in particular that he had. Maybe he wished for things without knowing he did. No cat could have everything, so Othello knew that it was possible to gain something good in the future, but what? It really did puzzle the tom, however Othello was quite satisfied with the reading either way. It looked as if Othello was just going to have to wait until the future came along before he would know what this wish was. He had a feeling that he would know when it came true. He crossed his arms and gave Misto a serious look. "As good as your card trick?" He slowly shook his head, acting as if he were disappointed, however being the cheeky cat he was, he couldn't hold that frown on his face for very long and a goofy smile crept up the sides of his face. "Ha ha, It was AMAZING! I wish I could just switch bodies with you to find out how you did it. I've never seen, I mean heard, anything like this before. I've heard of cats framing fortune tellers as bogus, however I can't deny the accuracy in your readings. After that, I think I couldn't be any less then fully convinced."

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