It had been a good catch and there were many fish. The silver scales reflected the glint of the noonday sun and felt rough and flaky against their calloused fingers and I meant the fingers of the men and not the fish because fish don’t have fingers and it had been a good catch but I said that already. A cat watched them. And another. And then another and then another and then yet another and then a still further entirely different yet suspiciously identical other and then there were many cats.
There was a website and its name was Pixdaus and the picture came from there.