My kitty that āwent fishingā in my bowl when I wasnāt home, finally managed to fish one of my fish out of the bowl one day!
I actually found the poor fish struggling to swim and to breathe on top of my dresser.
It was partially dry, laying on my dresser!
I donāt even know how my kitty had gotten up there, since it was pretty far off of the floor. He had probably done some kitty gymnastics to do that.
I carefully put my fish back in the bowl. He/she had sustained some permanent damage to its tail fin, but other than that, it had revived and survived without any permanent damage, and lived further.
After that incident, that is when my Gramma helped me come up with some netting to put over my bowl so my cat couldnāt get into it again.
She named my fish āMike and Ike,ā so that is what I called them, in her honor.
She knew how much I had wanted fish again, so she had bought everything for me one day, and brought them home for me, all of the way from downtown on the train and bus, using public transportation. That was a labor of love from her, for me. I never forgot that.
She loved pet fish too, and she would take care of my fish for me when I wasnāt home. She would feed them for me and would make sure that they were alright.