Tabs used to have a roommate, but they had a falling out.
His name was Sushi, and he was a flamboyant, fabulous betta. He was also an accomplished aquatic model.
Before they became friends, Tabs studied Sushi from afar. He took notes on posing and general fabulousness, trying to crack the code to becoming a world-famous supermodel.
Tabs wanted to learn everything about modeling, and Sushi was a pro.
This went on for months. Tabs had great respect for Sushi and what he’d accomplished in the aquatic modeling world, but there was something else…
Over time, the nature of their relationship changed, and Tabs couldn’t explain why. He found himself getting hungrier and hungrier…for knowledge, and he determined that the only way he could truly understand modeling would be to digest everything Sushi had to offer.
To get his mind and body working in unison, Tabs started a rigorous fitness regimen focusing on plyometrics, also known as jump training, with the goal of being able to jump up onto the hutch where Sushi lived in his fishbowl.
Tabs believed that if he could work eye-to-eye with Sushi, Tabs could tap into the secrets of the modeling world…
Of course, in hindsight we know this idea was flawed…
Tabs became obsessed with Sushi and finding a way onto the hutch. He trained relentlessly, day and night, stretching, leaping, reaching and climbing.
This continued for weeks until, one day, or should I say one night, I was walking down the stairs when I saw Tabs perched on top of the hutch with a paw reaching into Sushi’s fishbowl!
“No!” I exclaimed, “Tabs! Get down!”
Immediately, he jumped down onto the carpet, looking confused, aghast, and a little guilty perhaps.
Things were never the same between Tabs and Sushi after that. They stopped talking about modeling and stopped hanging out. They even stopped meeting for lunch. Oh, they lived together for a while longer, but they never spoke again.
To this day, we don’t know exactly what happened or why the relationship soured. It’s a mystery. Totally unexplainable. ?
Your friendly neighborhood beauty addict,
Karen
I think betas are meant to be solitary; they can barely live with each other (I learned the hard way when one’s tail started getting raggedy).
I’m sorry Tabs never satisfied his craving for Sushi…to impart his modeling know-how.
I have kept single betta fish for 18 years now (wow, I never realized it was that long!)
I keep a cover over the bowl because I read that sometimes they jump and I did have a black one that jumped. To have a cat and a betta you’d probably need to have a clamp- down cover and a bowl or tank so heavy it couldn’t be pushed off the shelf. In other words I don’t know that a cat and a fish would ever be friends.