tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2807622327277530232.post6140858679490937303..comments2023-08-07T03:36:46.041-07:00Comments on Starr's View: Just Call Me Angel in the MorningUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2807622327277530232.post-59606368003773834562009-05-13T17:38:00.000-07:002009-05-13T17:38:00.000-07:00They can live long, you know. Lesley had a goldfi...They can live long, you know. Lesley had a goldfish named Finnias -- acquired in San Diego when she was five. He came to Sacramento on the plane in a huge Tupperware container purchased specifically for that purpose (now used to store flour) and actuallly had a personality. He lived to be a fairly old goldfish despite a bowl that was rarely cleaned, a household with two cats, and other assorted indignities.Sacto Cat Womanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01456073482496642572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2807622327277530232.post-53204821664893295972009-05-13T06:24:00.000-07:002009-05-13T06:24:00.000-07:00ahh . . . goldfish. I can remember having a lot o...ahh . . . goldfish. I can remember having a lot of burial's at sea when my kids had fish. THey also had sea monkeys and the worst thing was when my oldest son decided to put his sea monkeys in with his fish and the fish ate them.Marie Raynerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00407913432222377267noreply@blogger.com