To Richard Coleman, a cat’s world was wonderfully simple: sleep, eat, and occasionally terrorize a field mouse. But everything changed on a damp Tuesday morning when his gray tabby, Max, trotted through the pet door with something strange clamped firmly in his jaws. Instead of a dead rodent, Max dropped a soaked, filthy scrap of paper onto the kitchen linoleum. Richard crouched down, peeled the muddy layers apart, and froze. It was a $100 bill.
"Where on earth did you dig this up?" Richard muttered, examining the wet banknote under the bright light. Max paid no attention to the question. The cat crouched over the bill, growling softly whenever Richard reached for it, swatting at his hands with unsheathed claws. To Max, the crinkly, damp paper wasn't currency; it was a prized toy.
Eventually, Max drifted off to sleep under the radiator. Richard carefully retrieved the bill and placed it beneath a heavy paperweight on the kitchen table to dry out, assuming his cat had simply stumbled across a stray dropped by a careless hiker on the nearby walking path.