Water snakes writhe in a plastic pan of clear water.
Massively muscled fish lie eye-up, tail jutting over air, as torsos rest on a bed of shaved ice.
The stout fish lie next to a more flexible species that are nestled into each other, which — in turn — are next to eels that are tangled in each other.
A cat alternately stalks and sprints, testing the air with an upturned nose and the safety of approach with timid feet.
Eyes up, the cat considers a plot to leap-snatch a tiger prawn.
When, like manna from heaven, a small fish — so fresh that it’s capable of “plotting” its escape in muscle spasms more than with its ill-oxygenated fish brain — flips itself off the shallow tin tray onto the ground.
The cat, an instinct-guided missile, snatches the fish in its jaws and runs through a narrow gap in the wall to a favorable dining haunt.
