Soon I found out I was losing my mind
♪ Gerald Toto - Heart of Glass (Blondie Cover)
So long as they weren't mammals, I was allowed pets. That was the humble negotiation the former landlord agreed upon. To be fair, we used to live in a small apartment (which discretly doubled as a sweatshop junction) and molting coats could petrify furry gunk on fleece carpet. Barking would give neighbours enough leverage to hang over our heads; you keep your yapping pup and we'll continue inviting tone-deaf guests on karaoke night. Birds, my mother asserted, were "flying diseases." And if installing a rabbit cage posed no problem then why not invest in another sofa set? A commodity that'll flourish prosperous; make us beneficiaries. Not a pet that alternatively gnawed on your shoes. They then tested my commitment. Despite size, underestimating the responsibilities pets required had grave consequences - a speech neither one had rehearsed for me yet. Hereafter, I owned three grasshoppers. One escaped. But pets began to cultivate an admirable popularity/quality in our household.
3AM puffy face/180* of my wrist. Reading a novel a week, "The Family Law" is embarrassingly hilarious. Spotted: decapitated dolls, anti-theft marvel.
My father returned from work one evening with two goldfish. An impulsive buy, we began scouring the kitchen and trial running anything encouraging enough to mirror as a tank. Too shallow, and adding a filter resulted in a miniature fish spa. Too deep and I may as well turn ringleader in water acrobatics to cover labour costs. The thoughts on exploiting my pets to become devastatingly rich made me sound like a juvenile crook. Tiny thought. Insipid whim. And despite rendering myself almost exclusively nocturnal, soon found an adequete bowl. It previously held pot pourri or something of that equal; overpriced and bred out of an aromatherapy store. However, earnest. I named one Cornflakes, not wasting any time on contemplating his/her gender. Cornflakes was enviably beautiful with amber scales and nuzzled fingertips on contact. The other, Silversides. He/she was the aquatic equivalent of a dog, chasing its fanned tail infinitely. I was unapologetic in bastardizing fish culture; my cats-eye marbles as pebbles and the obligatory seaman figurine standing proudly. Sheets of newspaper shielded the top of the bowl.
|S's farewell dinner. She made us party bags. Textas scattered around cause we wrote colourful parting messages for her. I laughed so hard I cried multiple times that night. Didn't snap enough food photos but panfried dumplings and a spicy seafood hotpot should tickle your tastebuds.|