Here's the mystery: one of our myriad
bettas (Siamese Fighting Fish) was found
dead on the floor, well out of his
bowl. His body was unchewed and unplayed with, so I thought he'd jumped. My
fiance swore that our cat
Harley had done it, but regretfully we had no proof and thus could not make a bust. Either way, we made plans to get ALL of the bettas into covered containers ASAP.
The next day, I glance over from the computer. And there's the cat, cool as a cucumber, armpit-deep in a betta bowl!
Me: "Ahem."
Harley: *ignores me*
Me: "A-HEM."
Harley: *ignores me*
Me: "AHEM!!!"
Harley: *pauses, disdainfully regards me for a moment, then goes right back to snack-fishing*
Me: *grabs cat, tosses cat into the bathtub, turns on the water*
Harley: "MRRRWOOOOOOLLLLfsssssssstfsstfsst!"
The Swiftly-Closed Shower Door: *rattle-rattle-rattle*
Me: "Hah. Ignore me, willya missy...?"
Needless to say, all of our bettas are now in locked CritterKeepers. And Harley now pays
damn close attention when I clear my throat loudly at her. :)