Cats aren't enough!

As if the cats (and the funny story with them, check the history. I'll learn to hyperlink it later) weren't enough I now find that I am the proud (?) owner of 2 Betta fish.

"How did this happen?" You may ask, or even "I thought you liked fish, Amanda." Well let me tell you.

I do like fish. As a general rule they are the only pet I've ever had that I really enjoyed. I don't mind cleaning the tank, and I love to look at them and feed them. Except Betta fish (and goldfish).

I don't like these fish for some simple reasons. I don't like how dirty they are. The tank is always dirty, and the fish themselves seem dirty to me. I can't put nice things in the tank because they get dirty. I can't put other fish in with them because the other fish will die because of the dirty tank.

Overall Betta's are something I have avoided for most of my fish-caring life. Until this week.

Ben moved out over the weekend, and when he left he didn't take his 2 Betta fish with him. They have been in little cups for 2 days. The one was not doing well at all. It's supposed to be red, but it was starting to look like Malibu Stacy's fish (think puky pink).

I went to the store last night because I didn't want the fish to die, and they haven't been fed in a few days. I got new fish food (blood worms!), and a tank.

When I got up this morning my fish no longer looks like Malibu Stacy, and now looks more like and appetizing lobster... only fishy.

Could be worse, I suppose. I could have salt water fish.

On a related topic, I'm thinking it might be time to replace the camera. I'll see if I can't get to that in the next week or two. Show everyone pictures of the fish instead of trying to describe the color.