R.I.P. Cat

My fishy died on Saturday of a horrible, disfiguring fungus. His name was Cat, and he was named after the creature that evolved from Lister's pregnant kitty after a million years on a radioactive space ship called Red Dwarf. I love my fishy. He was a beautiful goldfish, black with sparkley, golden belly scales, a flowing, luxurious tail, and big googley eyes. He was a gregarious fishy; he loved to swim up to the front of the tank and stare back at his visitors. When I would come in every morning to feed him, he'd be all perky and full of love. People who came to visit often noted how he was the sweetest, prettiest, most wonderful fishy they'd ever seen.
I miss my fishy.