Meet “Anchovy,” A Cat With A Taste for Fish
I love fish. What can I say? I like to watch them, catch them, and above all eat them. I was named after a strange salty fish. You see, when I was a kitten, the pizza guy made a mistake in Mama’s order, and she found her usual cheese slices decorated with stripes of headless anchovies. As I stood there sniffing this curious smell of dairy, tomato, and ocean, someone had the fantastic idea to give me one of those hairy morsels. After I gobbled up every one of them, they nicknamed me Anchovy (my real name is Gaston), and it is by that name that I shall be forever known.
To tell you the truth, I’d much prefer a freshwater trout (especially when we go camping) to any canned fish. Ok, ok… You are going to tell me that I can’t resist the sound of a tuna can being opened. Touché… As I said, I love all fish. I am very fond of mackerel, halibut, and snapper. I adore the sweet taste of salmon (fresh or smoked), and I go gaga for sardines. I once had swordfish, and I’d gladly give one of my nine lives to taste it again.
But by far the best fish I’ve ever had was that huge red and white koi that I caught in the neighbor’s pond. Unfortunately, Mr and Mrs Yamamoto saw me eating it (that thing was way too big to carry home). Since it wasn’t my first fishing expedition to that particular pond, and since the neighbors threatened to shoot me on sight, Mama decided to keep me inside for two whole weeks. I paid my debt to society by eating only dry food during my detention. Gosh… I still shudder at the thought…
