My father, who grew to love a cat, would use a cat as a main player in one of his many bar room tricks which would always cause great hilarity and amazement while lightening the pockets of naïve patrons. He would pick up and hold a bar cat and while gently stroking it say "I'll bet anyone $1/$5 that this cat will pick up that (unopened, thick glass) bottle of "Coke" on the bar (mine)and put it on this barstool." After the unwary placed their bets, he would lift the cat up by its tail and before it could attack his arm, he lowered in over the bottle and it wrap itself clutching the bottle as my father move cat and bottle over the stool and dropped the cat. Uncle Charlie, my father's wing-man would collect the winnings in his Fedora. Sorry, anons. Couldn't resist.