Badzeit mit meinen besten freunden, die Gummientchen!

Yey. Bettor. I like to be clean. I heart baths.

So, I thought I should give the update on my fish bowl.
It turns out that Cat--my black, googlie-eyed goldfish--is french. We now must refer to him in polite company as "Le Chat." He has a finely tuned palate for l'escargot, as can be whitnessed by the late Lady Jayne, who is now but an empty shell. I was right about Leelu not making it through the night in that previous post. Apparently fishes can murder with their own pee until there is enough bacteria in the water to neutralize the amonia. So now my little underwater world is only inhabited by the chic Monsieur Le Chat and his possible next meal, Genesis P. Orridge, Yellow Snail, esq. The fishes are suspicious.