Not only is my siamese fighting fish Jeremy a valued
member of our household, he also looks good, swims fast
and scares the panties off any six foot macho guston that
tries to break in to the appartment.
Today, however, is a grave day for everything Jeremy-
related.
This is because I came to the unfortunate realisation
that during this week and a half off, no soul in the
appartment is alive enough to feed him his recommended
two drops of fish food everyday.
HOLD ON JEREMY I'm on my way....
The main thing I feel guilty about is leaving the jar
of fish food right infront of the bowl.
A cranky fighting fish is the last thing a negligent
owner wants.
(If worst comes to worst I can always blame Lyrebird)
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