My malnourished, neurotic little betta fish has been with us over a month now. He's totally changed colors because we're feeding him high-quality food, and we had him in a bowl with an antibiotic / general condition enhancer for a while. Yesterday I cleaned both fish bowls and put him back into his martini glass, with a new (non-reactive) tube for him to shelter in-- he'd had a bit of washing machine hose that he liked to hide in, but it turned his water funny colors. Now it's a translucent film canister with the bottom cut out.
I haven't been able to get a good picture of him before, but now that he's in clear water without the blue tint of the condition enhancer, I managed to get a good picture of him.
So, below the cut: Gibson, eating freeze-dried brine shrimp, backlit by a lamp, reflected in the surface of the water in the giant martini glass. (Lit from the front he's not so pink-- that's his blood vessels.)

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Date: 2004-10-08 06:43 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-10-09 03:13 am (UTC)this is from kat
Date: 2004-10-10 09:13 pm (UTC)Re: this is from kat
Date: 2004-10-11 03:14 am (UTC)But I'm sure deep down he appreciates the invitations.
Re: this is from kat
Date: 2004-10-11 04:52 am (UTC)Water is evil, according to ALL cats. Gods forbid if I take a bath instead of a shower.
Of course, Spitha had to be an exception. She actually enjoys water...
Re: this is from kat
Date: 2004-10-11 11:07 am (UTC)We used to have horses, and no winterproof water line out to the barn, so during freezing weather we had to haul water out to them twice or three times a day. (UGH.) Sometimes I would fill the buckets from the kitchen sink using the vegetable sprayer-- all our outside taps froze in the winter.
And there would be Snick, front paws on the edge of a bucket as tall as he was, stretching his neck to get his face to the water so he could drink it, as though he believed that he had to empty it as I filled it.
Snick is a weird cat, though. Only a couple years after we got him, the family dog died, so he might possibly have believed he was expected to fill her position. He has some very uncatly behaviors. As a kitten he climbed into doll beds and purred as we put pink baby sweaters and booties on him. And he really doesn't mind being out in the rain. So... Perhaps he's the exception that proves the rule.
Roon, the middle (little) cat, is exceedingly catly to make up for Snick (who he loves dearly but is a bit ashamed of). And Roon wouldn't be caught dead anywhere near the inside of a bucket or the inside of a baby sweater.
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Date: 2004-10-12 04:54 am (UTC)