Of fishies and moss balls

Last Sunday, we went to the pet store and papa bought us some treats.

Papa gave me 2 little fishies called guppies. On the first day they played catch all the time.

After one night, the blue one mysteriously disappeared, leaving the other one swimming happily in his little home.

My surviving guppy looks a lot like this (with longer tail):

Wan put it on the kitchen counter coz I kept trying to chew the little pebbles I find in the water.

Mommy, on the other hand, chose this:

She calls him Bustamam. At first she wanted to call him Alfred (for some reason she is into preppy names), but papa said we should be proud of our Malay roots.

Bustamam is even more fun. He is wet, does not run when I try to catch him, and verrrryyyy squeezable.

Which is probably why mommy moved him to her office.