
So, yesterday morning I looked at the rocks and said to myself "We really need some better real estate for the coral" and thought "Well, we could always get a few more pieces of live rock to rearrange the corner". This was a very, very, bad idea. It was bad on an almost atronomical level, it was so bad that I should have been drug into the bedroom by my cats and beaten with the pillows and their fluffy tails until I came to my senses.
Of course our cats never did this because they don't care about me, and Frank thought it was a great idea. If he wasn't so sweet and innocent I would be absolutely sure that they were plotting against me. Even though he is caring, gentle, wonderful, and innocent, I am still suspicious.