Kitty decided today would be the day that she would finally get a taste of Gilligan the fish. She studied him thoughtfully, sat on his bowl, and decided that there must be a way to get him out. Aware of Joey and Andrea's preoccupation with kneading cinnamon bun dough in the kitchen, she seized the opportunity and made her approach.
There has GOT to be a way to get in! she thought, and nudged the bowl with her nose. Poor Gilligan cowered in the corner saying his prayers.
POP! The latch gave way, and nothing but shiny, fishy water lay between her and the tasty morsel. Her eyes wide with giddy anticipation, Sheba lowered a quivering paw into the depths.
A commotion! A snag! Suddenly the bowl was out of sight and firm hands were imprisoning her.
BAD KITTY!
Those two words, usually cause for terror, allotted her no discomfort. The savory flavour of the hunted now danced on her lips, and she now had a better understanding of exactly what she had been missing all along. The times had changed, and there would be no going back. No amount of discipline could turn her from her decided course.
Fishy will be mine!
Poor Gilligan.
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