For those of you keeping score at home...

...three fish equals one cat. Sal was missing Camden, so, logic would dictate that we go out and buy...fish. Makes sense, right? Sal 'stopped by' the pet store, just to 'check it out', while I waited in the car with a sleeping Enzo. After 20 minutes went by, I knew I was in trouble. I don't really have any feelings for fish one way or the other, but I do now have one more item that I need to tell Enzo to stay away from.

So, please meet Bert (Michael's fish, the pure goldfish), Hammerhead Swimmy - or just Swimmy for short (Enzo's fish, the black one), and Mr. T (Sal's fish, the one with the mohawk fins). So far, we've kept them alive one whole day in a row.