We had our water changed a couple of days ago. Sasha was allowed to look at the water going back into the pond. We didn’t mind him staring at us. We were excited to have the hose making a jet over the water and love the refreshed feeling.
The Cat Sasha is always very interested in supervising us at meal times. Princess Aurora wondered why he was so often staring at us when we ate. Our foods are very tiny, mere grains, and could surely not tempt a huge cat like Sasha.
Maybe he thinks he will put us in some kind of order to eat the foods. We would resent that. We do not like any interference in our regular habits. We are capable of eating our foods without supervision.
Now we find that it is his birthday in a couple of days and Lynettea wants us to surprise him with a secret gift. We have not had a gift for our many birthdays. So many birthdays we can count when no-one has given us a gift.
We resent being asked. But we suppose we will comply, as the food bearer has requested it.
When Princess Aurora asked him why he was looking at us, he fobbed her off with a silent stare. Then Lynettea forced him to move away, so she was not able to continue the interview.
The cat Sasha just watched this, but he can’t put it on his blog, so he asked us to try. We don’t get much of a look in although our blog is better in every way.
WE do not get to post much on our blog. Now we are being forced to report on Sasha and post on his blog. WE regard this as a favour and hope he appreciates our regard for his well being.
He is sulking in his hiding place during the day at the nice place he has been sent to, and coming out at night to eat his food. This does not seem normal to us. But what do we know? WE are fish and used to the watery world. WE also tend to hide away under our rocky shelves during the day in the hotter weather.
The Human bailed out The Pond Water this morning with a small bucket. It takes her many trips from The Pond to the drainage outlet. Overnight we had gained several centimetres of water. We wonder if we gather enough water in The Pond, whether it will take over a larger area and we can set off on an adventure into other parts of the world.
The Cat Sasha tells us this is a BAD IDEA. We wonder if he doesn’t want us to intrude into his territory. He has the run of the house and garden. Maybe he doesn’t want any of us sitting beside him on the lounge watching TV. We can only wonder at the thought of television and if we might see any interesting programs about Fish.
Last night we had a big storm. It filled up the pond so it nearly overflowed. This morning The Human had to bail it out with a small bucket. WE swam around eagerly waiting for our food, but we didn’t get near her when she was bailing the water. Continue reading “Storm”
We always thought the pump was reliable. It has refreshed the water for us by circulating it through the terracotta dragon for countless years of our group memory.
Then during The Storm we heard loud bangs from far away and the pump stopped.
In the morning the cat, Sasha told the human our pump was not working, but she took no notice. We could see him putting his paws up to her and fastening his eyes on her, but all she could hear was meowing. She pushed him off.
She was busy getting the quince tree branches sawn off when she noticed she could not hear water falling.
‘The Pump is dead,’ she cried out.
‘My fish may die!’
That was bad news. Fortunately the man sawing the quince tree managed to revive The Pump. He cleaned out the silt and it came to life. Then he replaced the tube running through The Dragon and torrents of water rushed through, much more than before .
Here we are at twilight in our invigorated water.
one of Sasha’s furry internet friends passed on yesterday. WE don’t know what to think about life and death, but we are sorry for his devoted humans.
We will try to leave a message in case we can as fish. We are finding we do not have a proper fish identity when we post, which means it is difficult to attract any followers. We haven’t found any other blogs by Shubunkins or Comets, or any other fish.