Willow was interested in one thing: food. We fed her once a day. Not enough. Twice a day. Still not enough. She meowed. We took no notice. Shut ourselves in the front room and watched the TV.
We had not imagined that she would do it. But she did. Ate the fish. One by one, squirming hopelessly on the floor. They were so small, and she made much a meal of them.
You’ve heard the story of five loaves and two fishes. This is what is was like. A bit grotesque though, it being only one cat. Willow, the fat cat.