That would be part of the reason I keep to the second floor.
But when I do venture down to the first floor, I like to take time to watch my friendly fishy friends swim around in their tank, doing whatever it is you do when you're a fish.
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| Nemo and Other Nemo (And Blenny too) |
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| Max The Red Fish and Spike the Urchin |
Except, sometimes they're not so friendly.
They've never been rude to me. (although sometimes they hide, and I have no clue what that's about because I think I have a very friendly cat face, despite what some people say)
But for some reason, they like to pick on each other. Maybe it's the whole roommate thing. I might be grouchy too if I had to share a space with six other fish, a bunch of snails, and a spikey thing.
But regardless, I think they need to calm down.
I came downstairs one day to visit with my fishy friends, only to find there were two fewer than there was the day before.
Either there has been a tragic fish crime committed in the tank, or two of the fish decided to move out.
I prefer to think it was the latter.
And don't look at me, because fish are friends, not snacks.
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| Fish are Definitely Friends, Not Snacks |
Whatever happened, I'm sad that there are now two less fish to watch. But I've heard we might be getting a new fish friend soon-- a long nosed something or other. Someone should warn the new guy that it's a jungle in the tank, so he better keep his guard up. Nemo and Other Nemo might not take kindly to a new fish with a nose as long as Pinocchio's.
Anyways, I'll just be over here watching the fish snacks,
Chance
