We should've seen this one coming.

As you probably know by now, Brittany has a mountain lion of a cat named Riley. Riley is the devil. He and I have a very serious love-hate relationship - I love him; he hates me. Why I love him isn't quite clear since Riley has killed a member of my family... That's right, killed. 

When I went away to college oh so many moons ago, I was sad because I would miss my golden retriever, Shiloh. So to fill the void, I adopted a Beta fish. It wasn't exactly the same. My senior year, Brittany and I moved into our apartment. She brought along her mountain lion cat, and I brought my fish, Gregory Hamilton (I thought it sounded like a big important name for a fish.) 

Over the years, I sort of grew tired of Gregory. He just kind of floated there. He didn't fetch; he didn't greet me when I came home; I couldn't even pet him. At my old internship, I even blogged on their website that I wanted my new cat to eat my old fish. Little did I know...

Riley always was interested in Gregory. He'd watch him swim around and try to paw at him occasionally. Then one day, we came home to this:

^We'll call this exhibit A.^

Brittany and I had spent the day out watching movies, and when we came through the door, all both of us could say was "ohmygosh." The carpet was soaked, colored rocks were everywhere, and Riley licked his lips. 

That's right, Riley had eaten my fish. Brittany and I cautiously peeked around corners and looked under the table hoping to find a dead fish. No such luck. Riley is now a seafood connoisseur. He also loves shrimp... but that's another story.