Hi, Fluffsters! Happy Monday!

So, I realized I never really wrote about some of the pets I had early on as a child. So, I’m going to tell you about my stereotypical pets: My Goldfish from way back when.

My first dog, who was around before I existed, died when I was in preschool. Starting probably close to the day after, I was very interested in getting a new pet.

About a year or two later, my parents decided that pet fish would be worthwhile.

I was so happy.

My favorites were the goldfish feeder-fish ones that we got. Feeder-fish, by the way, are the cheapest types of fish you can get- people traditionally get them to feed carnivorous fish like piranhas. We decided to get them and let them grow.

And they grew a lot. Seriously. Feeder-fish start off about the size of a thumbnail. Ours grew to be between about 4-6 inches.

Mom’s fish was a white one. That always confused me, as to how gold fish could be white. But it worked. The fish got the name Marshmallow. And it fit.

The one my older sister claimed was a pretty white and gold one named Dreamsicle. Dreamsicle was a pretty one.

Mine was named stripes because, you guessed it, he had a black stripe down his back. When we first got him, anyways.

Now, Dreamsicle and Marshmallow’s names fit them throughout their entire lives. (And all three of them lived probably a good three or more years. They were old fish.)

Stripes’s name, however… We noticed, as he started to grow, that the stripe didn’t exactly grow much. At all. So as he kept getting bigger and bigger, the stripe got smaller and smaller. It was very funny- we eventually had a mustachioed fish that was solid orange everywhere else named… Stripes.

It was fun having a fish.

Well, I hope you have a good week!

Hello, Fluffsters!

Happy Thursday!

So. Yesterday, I saw an amusing link. It’s about “how to ‘catch’ an emu“. It’s fluffy, it’s amusing, and it has animals, so it’s basically perfect content for this blog.

Have a great day!