twocatsadogandababy

One day William and I bought a new aquarium with a large pleco and a few platys. We planned to add more fish after the water had a couple weeks to adjust. We took several hours to set everything up just the way we wanted it. Both cats continuously tried to jump into the aquarium, they had to examine the plants and the sculptures, but mostly they wanted to find out what those things in the plastic bubbles were. William filled the tank, I chased the cats. I arranged the plants, he chased the cats. Finally we got the fish into the tank, the filter running, the lid closed and the light timer set. By then we were exhausted so did what any newlywed couple would do - we went to bed.

There we were cuddled together in bed, sleeping off the efefcts of our busy day, dreaming sweet dream. Blissfully unaware. Suddenly CRASH!!! SPLASH!!! William leaped straight out of bed grabbing a baseball bat from the closet as he tore out of the room intent on defending me.

I followed slightly more cautiously behind. We looked, the front door was closed and locked, the balcony was as we’d left it. There was no where else anyone could get into the condo. We searched the living room, nothing was broken, the dishes were still neatly stacked in the sink. We moved into the second bedroom, our office, and there was Mintaka chasing a jumping fish through the puddle on the floor. Reine was on the empty Aquarium stand with a little black fish tale hanging out of her mouth.

We still aren’t sure how they managed to topple over something so heavy, but they did. We learnt a valuable lesson - fish are food, not friends.

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