Picture this: the players hold their cards close to their chests. With money on the table, there is everything to play for. The player on the far right frowns at his hand. Has he been handed a miserable lot, or is this a bluff — his scowl of disappointment a decoy that conceals an ace? The player behind him, unseen, looks over his shoulder, his expression one of alarm as he inspects his rival's cards. The player next to him is also sneaking a peep, of a different player's cards, his face inscrutable. Another at the table is frozen in a gasp, the cause of which is unclear. Money hangs in the balance. One player has his hand to his brow, furrowed in concentration.

Or, should I say, has his paw to his brow — because these players are cats.

A Round Game of Cards is just one of the wonder

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