Can't fault the quality of its construction.
Sassy at first ran away from it, stopping momentarily to glance back, checking it hadn't given chase. Occassionally she'd approach it gingerly, a sniff, a swat, and another rush and hide.
I went to work, returned home to find the fish in a completely different part of the house. But how? Sassy hates it! It strikes trepidation into her feilne heart! Oh dear God, I need a priest, could it perhaps be haunted?
No. Sassy, like most cats, just pretends she's not interested, but given the weird places I've discovered it, I have firm doubts as to the sincerity of her disdain.
Well, I hope she's the one moving it.