Reminds me of my old cat that died about 8yrs ago.
He was black and pure evil; don't know the witch he
escaped from but I bet she was glad when he landed
on us.
Next door used to keep fish in a pond and got a bit
fed up of our moggy eating his fish. He put netting
over the top to keep him out. I sat watching him
out of the bedroom window one day. He was sitting
there with his head cocked on one side wondering
how to get at the fish. Having pondered for a few
minutes he slowly strolled out onto the netting until
his weight sunk it a few inches below the surface.
The stupid fish came up through the holes in the
netting and our black devil got his feed.
Next door couldn't understand where his fish were
still going.

We had to buy the little blighter tuna, prawns and
salmon. If we tried to serve him cat food he just sat
there, looked up at us, and shook his head as if to
say, 'come on now my human slaves, surely you must
have got the idea by now.'
They sure do like fishy stuff.