So this is Swimmy, my beloved pickled punk - a bottled fetal shark - of 18 years. In an attempt to get a more "artistic" lighting effect, I put Swimmy's bottle down on the floor in a shaft of bright sunlight. Of course, the cats were immediately intrigued . . .

Upper row, L-R
Close-up of Swimmy. Isn't he cute?
Rather nicely lit photo of his jar
James says "Hey, is that cat food?"

Bottom row, L-R
James calls in his brother Shea (visiting over the holidays) for a consult
Oscar joins the boys, but sadly cannot figure out how to extract that delicious looking, 2 decades-old shark-pickle.