By golly this morning I decided my cat fish deserve a name. When I first started feeding them they barely showed their mouth with their wiskers. Now they show their bodies and flitter around. They get right in there with the turtles to feast. When I call them my catfish I speak losely. John pays the lease on the ranch. There is the owner and now there will be new renters of the house, so who really is the owners of these lively little cat fish? I certainly will be upset if they end up in someone's frying pan. The names I gave them are Ricky and Micky.