Zen and the art of all kinds of things

Cat Fish is a colorful type. This probably came from dealing with cats too much. The Fish brothers, in general, were not very good at being similar to each other; in fact, if it wasn't for their almost-identical facial features, their linkage would have been questioned. While Red Fish, for example, sat with Alfred and tried to entertain some people all over the world whom he'd never meet, Cat Fish was out for adventures.

In spite of his being basically like an electron - small and negative - there was little Cat hasn't tried. He drives around on a motorbike of his own, likes rock-climbing (and is damn good at it), skis whenever he can, manages a few companies (said that already), collects wine bottles for some reason, and stays sensitive enough to write poems and Zen stories.

The trouble is, there are many roads, rocks and papers in the land of Iz, but little snow. This problem was solved during the passover holiday with the help of Dad Fish, Fat Bertha, and a phone line. The would-be travel agent stroke again; Cat Fish will be going to Norway. Alone. This summer.

Norway?! Alone?! This summer???

The police let the parents fish go after they found out that Cat was actually looking forward for it, though they were'nt glad to do so. But something still has to be wrong here. A man is not allowed to have so much life. Not at 17.