When I first moved in, I went out and bought two goldfish, to make up for those re-homed due to the move. For a long time they thrived, and then one day I found one of them moribund. I was most upset, but waited to check the remaining fish was not affected by whatever had caused the death, and went out and bought goldfish c – a most beautiful and lively fish.
Imagine my consternation and sorrow when I found fish b was itself dying in the pond weed. Then yesterday I found poor fish c dying – at the paws of the culprit.
Let us just say that my sympathy for that favourite cat drowned in a bowl of goldfish has been severely diminished.