Fish in the Sink

So who puts perfectly good fish in the sink? That's what I went to investigate recently. As I made my rounds one afternoon I suddenly noted the distinct smell of fish in the kitchen. I raced toward the smell, surprised to find no humans in the kitchen and the smell of fish wafting down from the sink. Faster than you can say "PIPER", I jumped up to investigate. To my surprise and delight their were filets - five of them - floating in a bowl of water. Agggg the predicament: fish, in water. I am not a big fan of getting my paws wet. After a quick cost-benefit analysis, I went for it: I stuck my paw in the bowl, fully clawed and grabbed myself a filet. I flopped it into the sink. It was large, thick and white, but it's smell was somewhat muted. I sink my teeth in and AGGGGG! It was sealed in plastic! What is with these humans and their plastic garbage??? They put it everywhere. When I was in my WLoC survival training on the streets of Irvington, that plastic was EVERYwhere. What would possess you to seal a filet in plastic and put it in a bowl of water. In the sink. Humans. Are. Weird.

Look at my expression as I came out the sink. Utter disappointment.