I was out late last Saturday night, fishing off a dock at a local lake... once I set up there, I kept hearing this "meow meow" behind me.... It was a stray cat that was interested in getting something to eat... I chased it off a couple of times, and the last time I figured it was gone for good (don't get me wrong - I love cats! I had one just die after having him for 8 years...).. Anyway, back to the peace and tranquility of the lake at 2 in the morning...After trying cut gill and liver for a bit with no hits, I switched one of my lines to some frozen (now thawed) shad that I had, and wham! within 10 minutes had a nice channel on the line... tried it on the same line again, just to make sure it wasn't a fluke, and 20 minutes later had another nice channel... Oh yeah, I forgot to mention - the shad? It was in a freezer bag, that I had setting on the dock next to my tackle box. As I was taking the second cat off the line, about 10 feet away from my tackle box, I hear plastic rustling.... sho' nuff, I look up, and see that stray cat digging in the plastic bag! I yelled at him, and he took off. With the bag of shad. The whole bag. Didn't even leave me one. I grabbed my flashlight and went looking for him (or the bag), but couldn't find him. Needless to say, I was NOT a happy camper. *sigh* Never got another hit after going back to the gill and liver. And that stupid cat came back and started meowing at me again. Ungrateful.