My fish died. I fished it out with a net and put it down on a napkin, went to the bathroom and got ready for the day. I come back, fish is gone. I'm thinking, WTF this is legit IMPOSSIBLE!

I turn around and look at my cat which is sitting on my bed, who stares at me and watches my EVERY MOVE!

Great. I'm thinking my cat ate the bloody fish, my poor freaking fishy dude. So I throw the cat outside {not literally} and stomp onto the lounge room.

Well guess what I see.

My dog, holding his fat paw over the dead fish, licking it.

WHYYY DOGGO WHYYYY