Relating to Fred

John and I have never had a fish as a pet, but we’re babysitting Emma’s for a month and enjoying him. John feeds Fred in the morning and I’m doing it at night. A couple of days ago a food pellet stuck to Fred’s tail after John had dropped it into the fish bowl. But when he dipped a finger in the water to dislodge it, Fred turned around and gave him a good head-butt.
Since Emma talks to Fred several times a day, we’re doing this too. If you get close to his bowl, he comes right over to listen. On Saturday I told Fred about Emma and Bryan arriving safely in Bangkok, the movies they’d watched on the plane and how Emma had called that morning at 5:30 a.m. Fred seems to find information like this riveting, so I’m going upstairs now to tell him that I just received an email from Thailand.