*trying in vain to stop laughing and failing miserably*...
Well, OK, maybe my Nia isn't the Ultimate Predator after all. ;) At least she didn't bring in anything last night, thank goodness.
I used to live with a girl who had two big puffy Persian cats (one sweet as pie, the other a total sociopath). She also had a goldfish in a bowl on the mantel, and the cats would sit up there and watch it intently, and even stick a paw tentatively in the water every once in a while. We kept expecting to come home one day and find the bowl in pieces on the floor and the goldfish...how did you put it, Mick? departed for the great environment in the sky? ;)
Amazingly, it never happened, and the more I think about it, the more it surprises me. I mean, these cats were huge--I can't see why they couldn't have easily got the better of this goldfish. I guess it was a case of the hunt being more fun than the conquest.