The Cycle of Life

On a Sunday morning a week or so ago, we got up in the morning to find a skinny Frankenstein. We did not see any trace of her kittens. I heard some mewing, I think, behind the shed, where is there is barely a foot between the shed and the fence. So that area is totally inaccessible to people. I have still not seen any kittens, so I don't know how they fared.

The same morning, our 12-cent goldfish, who has stayed alive about four years, finally went belly-up. He has been somewhat neglected since moving into the house, where the fish tank is not so prominently on display. The tank hadn't been cleaned out in quite a while, so I think he suffocated. I told Glenn he will have to give an accounting of his stewardship over this fish at the judgment day.

Glenn put the fish body into a bowl and gave it to the kittens (Kryten and Albus), who disposed of all the evidence. It was pretty gross.