A friend gave us two goldfish at the Halloween carnival in October. When I rolled my eyes at the thought of caring for another animal when my two rugrats and a cat are enough, Renee promised me that they weren't long for this world and would probably be dead within the week. Counting on this GracieGirl and I decided not to name them.
They spend their days in a little glass vase and have become part of our morning routine of coffee, sippies of milk, cat food, then fish food (notice the order - coffee first, must. have. coffee.) Every once in a while Grace or I will comment I can't believe they're still alive! I've thought about getting them a real fish tank with a filter and everything, but I keep waiting for them to take the long trip down the toiletbowl and don't want to waste my money. I change their water when it starts to look icky, and last night when I had friends over I was a little embarrassed that it needed changing. And wow, it must be pretty dry out, their water is getting low fast. This morning I noticed again how low the water had gotten, I really need to get a humidifier.
A few minutes ago I heard Gracie yelling, "No Kitty, No!" Which really isn't something out of the ordinary, she likes to direct everyone. I slowly (I'd just started the first cup of coffee) made my way into the kitchen to find out what was wrong.
"The kitty is drinking the fish water!" I knew it wouldn't be long before the cat discovered the fish. I think that since she was having a hard time catching them, she decided to make things a little easier by drinking down the water. Didn't you know? My cat's a genius. xoxo
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