This is Fish.
Yeah… yeah… I know.
But when we first met Fish she was just a tiny ball of fluff and she’d just fallen into an open can of tuna; so she stank of fish. So… thus was she nick-named; and the name has stuck.
Fish is beautiful and crazy and unbelievably soft. She’s far more entertaining than a TV, and she’s also very friendly.
In fact, the only problem with her is that she doesn’t lay eggs.
With all this GM stuff that’s going on you’d think someone could come up with a cat that lays eggs, wouldn’t you?