A couple of days ago, I was changing the water for our five remining goldfish by siphoning out the old water before replacing it with a fresh bucketful. Unfortunately, one of the fish got a bit too curious in checking out the the siphoning tube and one of his bulging eyes suddenly got sucked up! He's been swimming around since, one-eyed but seemingly happy enough (if in circles). But this morning he was found floating listlessly and gulping for air, so JD and I said our farewells to "One-eyed" and put him out of his misery. Curiousity, in this case, killed the fish and not the cat.
Goldfish don't seem to live long, at least in our household. Some last a few months, some less, despite my best efforts to change their water and feed them the right amounts. We've been through a dozen or so over the last 6 months, but the latest five have survived quite well. Except that one went missing last week!? We had five fish a week ago, but now there are only four, and NO ONE in our house has admitted to netting out a dead one or having a sneaky midnight snack. I thought one might have got caught in a shell, but I had a good look around when changing the water and there's no sign of the little chap. Do goldfish eat each other? A real mystery....
And then there's this large cushion. A metre square, no less, and Ava and I had two of them in our bedroom. One got moved to the office and the other...? Gone. We've looked everywhere and there's no sign of it. And it's a big thing! What's going on?
It is our good friend Gemma's birthday today and, despite her being off travelling somewhere between Bali and Australia at the moment, we decided to buy her a gift for when she returns. So meet "Gemma", the orange fish above. And when we found out how cheap the fish were (Sorry, Gemma! 2RMB each = 20p a fish!) we decided to buy two more to keep her company. Meet "George" (black) and "Margaret" (white) named after the G & M in Gemma's name - purely coincidental that my parents share the names (...Ava chose them, honest!). Wonder how long they'll survive for (...the fish, that is, not my parents)? Were we meant to buy food or something?
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