“Hunter’s Catfish.. Of course.. and ominous music and dark settings would explain what that meant more effectively than words I suppose..”, I thought sarcastically.

“Leave us now.”, said the catfish to my two companions as the hatchway above our heads opened.

Before I could say a single word, those two ‘friends’ were out the hatch and it was slammed down. Well… I guess that is what happens when one of your friends is a cold blooded reptile and the other a fuzz-ball cat with a penchant for tuna casseroles.

I turned back and saw the fish stick his bewhiskered face out of the tank and signal with his fin to someone in the corner. I saw two little… were those… hamsters?? which promptly scurried to the fuse box. The music stopped and the lights came back on in the room.

“Jocinda.”, the catfish said..

“Wait.. I thought you needed water.. I mean.. You had me stick my head in your tank and my hair is still wet… What is going on here?”, I said perplexed.

Hunter’s Catfish just laughed.