• Part One:
    Tilting his pretty kitty head to the side, Horatio watched.

    Curious things these two legs were doing. Climbing into strange shaped things
    that gleamed in the moonlight, like silver minnows. The funny shaped things
    darted about like minnows too. Curious indeed.

    His two legged walker was very nice. She always had yummy fishy snacks. And the
    warm drink. Never forget the warm drink. His mouth watered a bit thinking about
    it, but he was more interested in watching, than drinking. For the moment at
    least.

    Leaping from his perch, Horatio landed with all the stealthy silence that only a
    cat can have. He sashayed through the crowd of people, weaving to and fro
    between the sea of legs.

    Then he spied it.

    A large box, with a two legs standing in front of it. In the large box, were
    smaller clear things. In the clear things...were shining fishes. They shone,
    like the colour of the glowing thing in the sky during the day, their bulbous
    eyes, unblinking.

    Fishes.

    He had to have them.

    Now.

    Crouching closer to the ground, Horatio crept. He knew the two legs might try to
    keep him away from the fishes, but he was smarter than the average two legs. In
    HIS mind at least.

    Slipping under the tarp at the back of the stand, Horatio watched as the two
    legs tried to encourage other two legs to cover the containers to his fishes
    with white round things. When they did, the two legs would give the fish to
    them.

    Horrifying! His fishes! Where were they taking his fishes!

    Part Two:
    Creeping further, Horatio jumped atop the table, and looked inside the nearest container. Fish eyes stared back at him. Yummy fish eyes. Reaching out with one soft kitty paw, he touched the surface of the water, and instantly pulled it back, shaking off a couple of drops of the offensive liquid. Horatio briefly remembered a time where someone had tried to put him in the wet stuff. He had fought back.. and run away. They had tried to kill him! His own two legs had never tried to stuff him in the wet stuff, and he was happy for that.

    The fish moved further to the bottom of the container.

    Horatio braced himself. He knew he would have to touch the offensive wet stuff in order get his fishes.

    Quick as lighting, Horatio reached out, extending his claws as he did. In one swoop, his paw reached into the water, and snagged his prize. The fish wiggled in Horatio's paw, and he mewed a soft, content, kitty mew. Then he promptly ate the eyeballs that were watching him. Yummy, fishy eyes.

    In less than a minute Horatio had managed to scoop out several fishes, and each flopped about, searching for water that they'd never again find. Horatio was quite proud of himself. He was an excellent hunter after all.

    "WHAT THE HELL!!!!"

    The loud noise from the nearby two legs made Horatio look up, and Horatio watched as the two legs waved his arms in the air.

    Part Three:
    "MY DAMN FISH!! YOU STUPID CAT!!"

    Horatio looked about. Stupid cats were never good, and he wanted to be far away from the stupid cats. Funny though, he did not see any other cats. Maybe the two legs was confused.

    The two legs ran towards Horatio, and Horatio leaped out of the way, landing on the back part of the table.

    "GET OUT GET OUT!!!" the man bellowed, trying to grab Horatio as he did. Horatio reached out with one paw, and swatted at the man, a long ribbon of red appearing on the back of his hand.

    "DAMMIT!!!" the two legs screeched. "I'M GONNA GET YOU YOU DUMB CAT!!"

    Horatio figured now was as good as ever to make his departure. This two legs must be sick or something. Making all that noise like that. Reaching in to a nearby container, he retrieved one last fish, and bit the wiggling thing with his teeth so it could not escape. Then, without further adieu, he leaped again, landing several feet away from the booth, and it's screeching attendant.

    Horatio felt wet stuff splash against his side, as the container one of the fishes were in, broke beside him. Yes, definitely time to leave.

    Without sparing the noisy two legs even one more single glance, Horatio sauntered off, fish in mouth.

    Maybe he would find more fishes.