After a tragic, tank-wide case of Ich and the subsequent tank-wide deaths of its inhabitants, the 20-gallon aquarium in the living room has stood, bubbling yet empty, for almost two months now.
We’re moments away from that changing.
We felt it important that some time pass between occupants. The tank has, after all, seen its share of tragedy. Just a month or so before the rest of the tank contracted the disease “Ich” and met its Webby Maker, for example, Yang, orange-headed Oranda and ex of Ying, found himself caught in a fishy-love triangle, a dilemma for which he paid the ultimate price.
It was all over the Internet.
That was then, however; and now, Willie, Tank Master and Head of Fish Procurement, is ready to foster-parent a tank full of fish again.
One trip to PetSmart and a ten dollar bill later, Willie has returned with a bag o’ goldfish; and we have, once again, a full house.
The new residents of the fish tank?
And, for course, Blanket.
The faces have changed, but the rocks, the Jethro Tull Aqualung double album spread open as its backdrop: these things have not changed, nor has the fascination that Liza Bean, of the Minneapolis Biteys, feels when presented with the vision of a shimmering, wiggling appetizer. Enraptured, she sits on the arm of the couch, peering intently into the waters, the end of her tail twitching.
Ever the helpful kitty, she has recently added the words “white wine” and “one fresh lemon” to the grocery list.
Such a good girl. Always looking for ways to be helpful.
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