  If I were to live my life in catfish forms in scaffolds of skin and whiskers at the bottom of a pond and you were to come by one evening when the moon was shining down into my dark home and stand there at the edge of my affection and think,  " It's beautiful here by this pond. nbsp;  I wish somebody loved me,  I'd love you and be your catfish friend and drive such lonely thoughts from your mind and suddenly you would be at peace,  and ask yourself,  " I wonder if there are any catfish in this pond? nbsp;  It seems like a perfect place for them.  & nbsp;  - Richard Brautigan 
