See Orangy smile! He follows my finger each morning as I slide it across the fishbowl. I talk to Orangy and ask him if he would like to eat breakfast. He eagerly waves his fins at me and gives me a goofy little grin. I often apologize to him and beg his forgiveness for bestowing upon him an appelation so apparently lacking ingenuity. I could have named him Adonis or maybe Jethro, which would have been a more fitting name for such a studly fish.
Orangy will be two this summer. He was bought for 25 cents at Walmart because he was not expected to live long. I took this photo of Orangy because twice this weekend I saved him from the claws of Mister Man . Yes folks, it is not just a cartoon thing. Cats really do fish. And I vow to make sure my little bargain basement beta stays around for a long while...
