I heard in a movie once that when live Cod were shipped to Asia from North America, the fish’s inactivity in their tanks resulted in mushy flesh in the Asian markets. Eventually, the fishermen discovered that putting catfish in the tanks with the cod kept them active and their flesh firm.
I am thankful for my catfish.
Although, the catfish in my life is nipping at my heels and attempting to take bites out of my side; I won’t let her.
Because of her I am striving, I am achieving, I am constantly moving and I will make sure to always be one step ahead of her.
Call it healthy competition, call it pride but whatever you call it…I am going to win. I am going to make sure I do better, achieve more and get whatever it is that she’s afraid that I get.
I hate to admit it but at the end of the day even though I wish she would disappear
she really deserves more.
So thank you Catfish. We’re having pot roast for dinner.
