Fishing at the lake full of cats is one of those games you start thinking, “I’ll play for a minute,” and suddenly 62 minutes of your life are gone. These were the best 62 minutes of playing a fishing game in my entire life. I cast my rod into a lake full of cats and somehow caught a cat named Sausage Zygmunt. At that moment I realized this game does not need logic. It needs cats, fish, and complete nonsense. The game begins peacefully with a lake, a fishing rod, and a strange cat called Good Larry. He looks innocent, but something about him feels suspicious. Unfortunately, I already had a bigger problem: my friend had stolen my cat again. He steals my cat every week, so naturally I started searching for both my cat and my friend, mostly so I could give my friend a tiny forehead bonk for his crimes. At the lake I met Calak, who likes Dawid Podsiadło. Calak was not a main character, but he gave me a clue and randomly told me to “say gex.” He also mentioned that Tom boy knew the way to the Safezone. Tom boy then appeared riding a tire, because apparently bicycles were too normal for this game. He told me to cross the stadium, find my hat, and catch a fish called Mr. Receipt. The problem was that Mr. Receipt was actually a cat pretending to be a fish. This is exactly the kind of nonsense I want from a game called Fishing at the lake full of cats. The cats have fantastic names too: Sausage Zygmunt, Professor Crunchy, Wet Sock, Concrete Zenek, Baton 67, Cat Without ID, Janusz from the Lake, and one simply called No. I even caught a cat named Potato, and the game proudly said “FISH CAUGHT!” Potato then jumped back into the lake like a submarine. Perfect. Soon I met Igor, who was unbelievably tanned. He was not important to the main story, but he had seen my friend talking to Good Larry near the Safezone. The Safezone contained a chair, a refrigerator, three tires, and a note saying “67.” Then the Terminator appeared and told me I needed my hat to enter. So I went to the stadium, where I found my hat and a cigarette next to a note saying, “Larry is not who he claims to be.” I assumed this meant Good Larry, but surely a cat called Good Larry could not be evil. That was my first mistake. When I returned to the lake, my friend was holding my cat. He said he had a contract. I asked who the contract was with, and Good Larry walked out of the bushes. Suddenly everything made sense. Every week my friend stole my cat because Good Larry paid him with fish. Yes, fish. Apparently Larry was running an illegal cat-stealing business. Meanwhile, Natan arrived with a sandwich made by his grandmother, whom he loves very much. Natan was not a main character, but the paper around the sandwich had a map leading to a shed. Inside were two tires, a hat, several cats, a cigarette, a picture of the Terminator, a Safezone sign, the number 67, and the contract between my friend and Good Larry. I finally understood everything. My friend was working for Larry. Larry had planned the cat thefts. I decided to give my friend the promised forehead bonk, but he ran away. I chased him through the stadium, over tires, past the Terminator, and into the Safezone. Good Larry was waiting there. He looked at me and said, “You thought I was good?” The screen went black and revealed the truth: **GOOD LARRY = EVIL LARRY.** Good Larry had never been good. He was Evil Larry all along. He hired my friend to steal my cat, created the Safezone, left the clues, and manipulated everyone while pretending to be harmless. Evil Larry ran away, my friend chased him, I chased my friend, my cat chased me, and all the other cats joined the pursuit. Sausage Zygmunt, Professor Crunchy, Wet Sock, Baton 67, Potato, No, and even Michael Tire all ran after him. Then the Terminator appeared and said, “This is no longer a fishing game.” He was absolutely correct. Gameplay is simple: you fish, catch fish, sometimes catch cats, and occasionally discover that your friend is working for a criminal cat. The atmosphere is amazing. Sitting beside a peaceful lake while a cat named Krzysztof Plate tries to eat its own fishing rod is somehow relaxing. The graphics are great, the cats are ridiculous, and Evil Larry’s reveal is one of the funniest plot twists I have ever seen. My final rating is 10/10. I would give it 11/10, but Evil Larry stole one point. These were the best 62 minutes of my life: 62 minutes of fishing, cats, chaos, searching for my cat, searching for my friend, tires, a stadium, a hat, a cigarette, a Terminator, a Safezone, the number 67, and wondering why Tom boy rides a tire. Most importantly, there is a hidden message for the person reading carefully: **FURRASM.** If you found it, touch some grass and drink some water instead of drinking another Monster. In the end, Fishing at the lake full of cats gave me everything I wanted from a game: fish, cats, betrayal, a missing cat, a suspicious friend, a criminal mastermind named Evil Larry, and the best 62 minutes of fishing I have ever experienced.
