And then there was one.
It seems that as soon as I write a fishy update another one dies. Minnie was floppy and distinctly dead when I went to feed her and Kitty on Monday morning. Now we have one tiny little danio
rattling swimming around a Spongebob Squarepants fish tank. She looks bloody ridiculous.
Our minds are made up. When Kitty (inevitably) dies – I give her a fortnight – we’re cleaning up the tank and putting it on Ebay. We officially give up with goldfish. They are the stupidest pets ever.
Can I get a Syrian hamster now?