It has happened before to a less fortunate fish. Fifi's brush with mortality was announced by an unsettling crash followed by a greater crash and several aftershocks. After which Kylie and I bolted with an OH NO! We raced sock footed across the wood floors and up the uncarpeted stairs in a bit of a car out of control type plunge. We "Krammered" into her room to find the cat no where and poor, poor Fifi flopping helplessly on the painted blue floor, which of course was quite striking against her red scaly body. Her floating angel like fins were tight to her fishy form. I dropped my cell phone with an, " OH I need to rescue the fish!" and scooped up the ever so grateful Fifi. I know she was..how could she not be. There was a bit of water left in the bowl around her crushed neon colored castle. I scooped up the broken pieces while my 5 year old daughter calmly asked if Fifi (once named Rudolph because she arrived Christmas Eve via the real and true Santa-I kid you not!) would be OK. I said, "Yes, Luv, I think she will make it." I brought her, bowl and all to the bathroom and added some water. I made sure it was a bit warm thinking that Fifi could use a bit of a Calgon moment after such an ordeal.
Well, Fifi made it. Whew. The cat upon being spoken to quite firmly admitted that the accident was his fault, but that he was merely after a sip of water. Typical.
I began to wonder if I would fair as well as Fifi. If the fishbowl of my world were suddenly and mysteriously tipped over leaving me to spill out of my oxygen and lie helplessly on an unfamiliar, and maybe not even my best color match surface without the ability to help myself, how long would I continue to flap about like Fifi? Would I give in to the inevitable doom or would my own desire and determination carry me until a hand of kindness cradled me back into my world...leaving me in warmth to wash away the horror.
And then it occurred to me...this has happened to me so many times! And yes, I have kept up the flapping until one of the many kind hands scooped me up. You know who you are....you are all here and hopefully taking a moment to read and realize what you have done for this one little fish whose bowl was tipped. Please don't go far, the cat is always closer than you think!
Well, Fifi made it. Whew. The cat upon being spoken to quite firmly admitted that the accident was his fault, but that he was merely after a sip of water. Typical.
I began to wonder if I would fair as well as Fifi. If the fishbowl of my world were suddenly and mysteriously tipped over leaving me to spill out of my oxygen and lie helplessly on an unfamiliar, and maybe not even my best color match surface without the ability to help myself, how long would I continue to flap about like Fifi? Would I give in to the inevitable doom or would my own desire and determination carry me until a hand of kindness cradled me back into my world...leaving me in warmth to wash away the horror.
And then it occurred to me...this has happened to me so many times! And yes, I have kept up the flapping until one of the many kind hands scooped me up. You know who you are....you are all here and hopefully taking a moment to read and realize what you have done for this one little fish whose bowl was tipped. Please don't go far, the cat is always closer than you think!
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