One fish, Two fish...

Two fish. That is the number of fish that I flushed after all. WHY?? WHY, LEANNE?? Why did you flush the fish after you spent a ridiculous amount of time trying to give $2 worth of fish a fabulous new home?? Why, after you returned about 30 emails reassuring the fish lovers of the world that you were not going to be doing any flushing of any poor defenseless fish, would you flush anyway??

Well......have you met Dixie?? This is Dixie in the playroom guarding the empty aquarium after it was all clean and ready for its new home.

Sunday morning, I cleaned the aquarium and gathered all the supplies for the kind lady to come over and claim her fishies. Dixie wasn't pleased. The fish were in a bowl on the counter (with holes lovingly poked in the lid, of course). Unbeknown to me, Dixie saw where I put the fish.

Cut to me in the other room on the computer....Kylee Anne bursts into the room screeching something about Dixie and fish and water and the floor and eating...WHAT????? The scene was not good. Four small fishies flopping all over the floor and icky fish water covering the floor. UGH!!!! I wish that you guys could have heard the internal dialogue in my head. I just kept shouting at myself, "It can't end like this...save the fish...it can't end like this!!!!!!!!" (I mean, I had invested a silly amount of time in making sure that these fish would get a new home and NOT GET FLUSHED.) I put them back into the bowl, all the while fighting Dixie...she thought they would make a yummy snack. They survived for awhile, two of them died before their new owner showed. Another one died later.

SO RIDICULOUS that so many of my thoughts have been occupied with these stinkin' fish (may they rest in peace)! Anyway, that is how this wild fishy story ends. Score one for the crazy cat!!