This little swimmer is named Nemo. I found him on a friend's kitchen counter, minding his own business and looking for his (her? One can never tell with fish) dinner.
I took the picture by setting the camera on the counter and using the self-timer. It took a few takes until the golden one cooperated and hit his (her?) mark.
Such is life in the fishbowl.
Your turn: Please share a pet story in a comment. Something's been missing from our home since we put our cat down. I still look for him when we come home. I find pictures and stories like this somewhat comforting, and hope you'll add your own experiences below.
I'm thinking you meant to say that you put your cat down. Not your car.
ReplyDeleteIf so, I am very sorry about your kitty. It has been a year this week since I lost my dog, Mischief. I'm a little melancholy, too. Plus, the hermit crab died yesterday. A little bummed but not so much as with the dog.
Thanks for the spell check, Buffi. I really must stop typing in the dark - especially when I'm too tired to read my stuff over before clicking Post.
ReplyDeleteI fixed it. But coincidentally, we DID switch cars this year, too. Hmm, makes me think.
I'm sorry to hear about your losses. The buggers - furry, shelled or other - really do attach themselves to us, don't they.
Carmi, Michele sent me tonight. I just posted a whole story about 2 birds I used to have - can you come and read it there??
ReplyDeleteMy heart goes out to you, I'd be lost without my pet.
ReplyDeleteI have a pot bellied pig, Cheeta. I'm also bipolar. I got her because pets are good for depression & in the 3 years I've had her, I've only had 1 short bout of depression.
She's my best buddy, we spend all our time together & she loves to tease me. But if I'm crying, she's right there by me...until I'm feeling better, then she teases me again. :)
Losing a pet is so, so, so tough...For me the last two were the most difficult, and after the cat was gone I was sure I wasn't going to want another pet. I figured she was gone, the dog had a few more years, and that was it. No more. It just hurts too much when they're gone.
ReplyDeleteThen 6 months later the Boy brought Max home. While I didn't really want another cat, he did, and if we didn't take him Max was going to the pound. End result: I fell so much in love with that furry little psycho that he became my cat almost instantly. I still miss Dusty, but Max made me realise that even when it hurts, it's always better to have that little furry love than not.
So now we have Buddah, too...
Maybe it's time for another kitty? Or two...if I could go back, knowing what I know, we'd have gotten a 2nd kitten along with Max...
greetings! i had to come back when i noticed your coumment about a fun fish picture. we have fish, but no other pets yet until the baby is a little bigger. Babys are like pets only more work, hehe. so, i dont have a good pet story of my own, but i do know a place to visit with lots of pet pics... try http://daffodilsanddragons.blogspot.com thats my mom, she has lots of her pets and cute things they do! (since us kids grew up the pets have become her new kids)
ReplyDeleteHello, Michele sent me. Got a koi pond with a school of kois swimming around. Gotta be on alert at all times, it is quite the attaction for the neighbours cats. cheers!
ReplyDeleteBack via Michele, Carmi. I hope you take care of yourself and feel better today!
ReplyDeleteThis morning, at 3:00 a.m. - felt a small cold nose tapping me on MY nose...I opened my eyes and looked directly into the golden eyes of Heidi, our almost 8 year old long haired calico. When she saw I was awake, she jumped off the bed and raced to the kitchen. Of course, I followed, she was doing the kitty dance on the kitchen floor - seems her food bowl was empty.
ReplyDeleteThey don't speak with words, but they sure know how to get their point across.
Carmi - I had two cats, who were with me since they were kittens, they were inseperable. One lived to 14 years (Tess), the other to 17 years(Simon). When I came home from work the both of them would jump into the window looking outside to welcome me home. After Tess died, Simon did not jump up in the window anymore. That is when I found out that he was deaf, and that he depended on Tess to hear for him. Without Tessa, he didn't hear me coming home. He cried piteously for his companion for about a year, really loud, apparently because he was hard of hearing.
ReplyDeleteSorry the loss of your cat. We've been putting off the decision to do the same with our dog. It's a terribly hard one to make.
ReplyDeleteA story? Hmmm. Ok. Tasha, a husky, was about 8 weeks old when we brought her home. We decided to heed the advice of the breeder and find a small space we could confine her to as her own little nest at night or if we weren't with her. We lined the large linen closet in our bathroom with old blankets and towels. We left the door open and put a baby get over the opening.
The first morning she was with us, I got up early, put her little collar and leash on her and took her out for a short walk. I brought her home, put her in her closet den and went out for my customary 3-mile jaunt while my soon-to-be husband slept. When I got home I found an absolute mess. Dog crap every where! Torn papers. Misc. items litering the floor. Puddles of dog pee. But I saw no dog. I also saw no boyfriend: I did see the dog leash.
I went into the bathroom and there was my little devil of a dog wagging her tail at me and panting happily. The baby gate was tipped over to a side exposing half the doorway opening. She had forced her way out, did her thing and went back to her bed.
The man? He slept through it all. I knew I was in for it with both of them. ;)
I really ought to proofread what I write more often. UGH! That was a baby GATE not get. I still stop reading now before I find more typos
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry Carmi. I'm sending you lotsa furry hugs & purrs.......You can come read about my adventures anytime you want though!!
ReplyDeleteI love my dogs like my kids. However, when I came home last night I was reminded how much like toddlers they are! We canNOT, I say NOT, leave them alone for any amount of time. We've learned this through trial and error. There was no amount of wood safe in my home when they were puppies. We thought that since they were 2 now we would be safe to let them roam the house. Oh how we were wrong! If we aren’t watching them, calling them, playing with them, loving them, they are full of mischief! They are English Mastiffs and I would venture out and say they think they are human.
ReplyDeleteWe kennel them whenever we leave the house. Be in 15 minutes or 2 hours, they are kenneled. They kennel at night too. Except the boy, he roams the house and protects us. However, he can also get into his fare share of trouble.
I came home from work last night and the girls, aged 14, 8 and 5 had been outside playing. The doggies were NOT kenneled. Hence, my beautiful table in the formal living room is now missing two corners. Not just the corners I may add. No, the underside is gone for 8 inches in either direction. There were 6 inch long splinters of wood! I’ll be taking photos and posting them on my blog tonight. I am hoping we can remove the edging and add new, refinish and call it good. ARG these damn kids! I’m not sure who the culprit was, as when I held out the evidence and asked sternly “who did this”, they all three looked down to the ground, much like my human children when I found candy wrappers in the closet…. And, much like my human children, they knew they were in trouble. I did not have a moment last night was there not one of them with a head on my lap, telling me they were totally sorry, sighing heavily, and giving me that ‘please just give me a love’ look.
Oh my gosh! I didn’t realize I wrote so much! Have a great weekend!
Hi Carmi - just popped in from Michele's while I was passing...
ReplyDeleteDeep Symphs -
We lost our precious Ambrose and then Echo (both to The Road) but now we have the wonderful Charlie.
You can find his and Pandora's blogs (yep, sad I know!) linked from mine :-)
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I miss having dogs. I'm a big dog person but now that i'm moving around a lot I can't really have a pet, so I have plants instead. :o)
ReplyDeleteMichele sent me again!
one of the reasons why i miss tatiana, the dog i lost a year ago, is this: she saved my life when a robber broke into our home a couple of years back. since all three of my dogs slept in my room, the robber didn't even attempt to open my door despite my being the only person in that particular wing of the house. tatiana literally sat on me, preventing me from getting up, whilst barking the fiercest i had ever heard her bark. the two other dogs (who were still puppies at the time) followed her lead and started barking as well. guess that scared the robber off as he was only able to go through my brother's room and made off with just a couple of things before running out.
ReplyDeleteCarmi I missed u'r biline. Do u speak French?
ReplyDeleteMaggie
I'm not much of a pet person to be honest. Anything in my care that couldn't bring its own water or open its owne can/bag/container of food would be in dier straits. However a former gf of mine had a fiesty cat that she had to put down. This orange feline and myself had on a number of occasions had a few battles. She knew I was alergic to her and I knew putting a rubberband around her ears & tail completely threw off her balance. Anyways before I ramble on, the cat had to be put down and I got to watch and not completely understand an amazing amount of grief on the ex's part.
ReplyDeleteNow with regards to putting cars down. The requiers the removal of VIN numbers 30L of combustible liquids and a cliff. However, what do I know.
cheers
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I just LOVE that photo!
ReplyDeletePet stories - I have a Border Collie that is in LOVE with me. Stares at me with love in his eyes 24-7, and cuts his eyes at my husband each time he passes by him. It's not that he dislikes my husband, it's more that my husband sometimes blocks his view of his loving stares toward me.
michele sent me...but I'd have sent myself.