Either I'm getting bigger, or my tank's getting smaller. Whatever.

I still can't get out. That bouncy stripy menace has an accomplice now. I will defeat them. Even if it means lying in wait and then biting. Mmm, biting. Which reminds me, the buffet looks good, but I'm not all that hungry yet. I think I'll stick with the green stuff for now.

Not much going on. I got some more buffet the other day, and then some more clean water. I can swim up to my sitting-place and crawl on now, and I don't have to climb to get there. Cool.

Nothing to do except try to get out. No new live buffet lately either. Sucks.

And even as I push, this barrier remains.

I caught him. Ohhh yeah.

I have these roommates, you see. Had, rather. Goldfish. Yum. But so far they'd been too fast for me. Big, juicy ones, too. One gold, and the other one gold and black spotted.

I caught the gold one today. I caught him! By the tail, baby. And then I bit that mofo OFF. Off, you hear me? Off ( Read more... )

MY FISH TANK IS NOT FOR BATTING PRACTICE!

YOU CANNOT GET IN YOU FIENDISH CAT SO QUIT TRYING!

Oh yeah. Today rocks.

votania got me a buffet of the orange slow fish! There were so many of them, I had a hard time picking which one to bite first. I got the tail of the slowest one first, and then I got his head. And then I found another one, so I got that one's tail and that one's head.

I was so busy eating them that I didn't mind so much when votania ( Read more... )

Don't kick me.
Don't bat me.
Don't swat me.
Don't play hockey with me as the puck.

Are you listening to me, shammash?