My husband and my three-year-old son went fishing last Sunday. They came back home with six goldfish. My husband put the fish in a big red plastic tub full of water because he wanted the fish to live. However, my little son hoped that they would die immediately and then he could bring them to our neighbor’s lovable spotted cat. The both take great care of the fish. My husband changed water once every day and watched them whenever he was free. My son was also busy examining them and asked, “Mum, why are they still living?” The hours passed very slowly for several days. To my son’s delighted, one fish finally seemed to be dying. My son immediately wanted to give it to the spotted cat. Flow disappointed my son was because, suddenly, a strange thing happened. The fish seemed to come back to life and began to swim around very quickly. After two days, the fish finally died. My son and I took it to the spotted cat at once. My son threw it on the ground to attract the cat, but the cat neither caught it nor smelled it. The owner of the cat said, “Our cat never eats uncooked food.”