[tumblindice]

I lived next to a tuna fisherman in El Cajon (”So. CA’s heat-sink”).
He knew we had two cats (the girlfriend’s) and was nice enough to throw a big chunk of a tuna our way. I spent the best part of a day butchering and packing tuna into tupperware for freezing.
The felines did that twining around my legs-thing, yelling at me to hurry up, demanding tidbits ... I was a slave to cats.

[Viking2002]

Cats and tuna go together like dogs and pizza crusts. We have five, and the second they hear the can opener cracking open the Chicken Of The Sea, it's bedlam. They look like a pack of rats on a bag of Cheetos. LOL We have to use five saucers, or it gets ugly.