For the longest time i had a 10 gallon in my bedroom that housed my lyretail guppies that i breed off an on... (when i actually remember to catch the babies).
My cat on the other hand has a very different idea as to what this 10 gallon was. To him it was his own private watering hole. Complete with a very tiny moving creek(the filter) that he could easily drink out of.
So his morning routine was this. Jump on my bed. Head butt me. Leap off my pillow ontop of the tank... drink... land back down on my pillow, and then spend 10 minutes headbutting me, till he had half the pillow.
Now its very different.
I changed my 10 gallon into a nano... cleaned it out, changed it all over... and added salt.
Now he just goes up there, looks at me pathetically and crys his discontent at the tanks makeover. He still fights me for the pillow.
My cat on the other hand has a very different idea as to what this 10 gallon was. To him it was his own private watering hole. Complete with a very tiny moving creek(the filter) that he could easily drink out of.
So his morning routine was this. Jump on my bed. Head butt me. Leap off my pillow ontop of the tank... drink... land back down on my pillow, and then spend 10 minutes headbutting me, till he had half the pillow.
Now its very different.
I changed my 10 gallon into a nano... cleaned it out, changed it all over... and added salt.
Now he just goes up there, looks at me pathetically and crys his discontent at the tanks makeover. He still fights me for the pillow.