Wow it's been a LONG time since I have posted.
I have been so busy with work, hopefully getting into college, and preparing for Cody to come home.
I thought I would do a gay, sentimental post about my poor betta fish, Cloud. He had a brush with death earlier in the week. My very naughty and mischievous teenage cat, Butters, decided to climb on the counter and get a better look at the window fish. So at 3am Cloud came tumbling down with a bang. I thought the cat had knocked my painting off the wall again so seeing the painting in its usual spot, I went back to bed with out a thought. The next morning, I was met with a mess! I have some kind of metal counter top so it was full of rust spots that still will not come up, there was water everywhere and glass beads. I stared in shock at the scene and then gazed done sadly at the dried up fish. He was lying very still and I thought he was surely dead after lying on the floor for hours. I went to pick him up for a toilet side funeral and he jumped. ( And so did I, almost out of my skin!) It was the weirdest thing; I just dropped him in some water and he started swimming. He was a little lazy the next few day ,but his strength is coming back. Since bettas breathe air, he must have just layed there all morning flipping back and forth in the nearest puddle to keep alive.
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