Neighbor's Cats

In my soon-to-cone blogs about Fall Break, I mention that I have to take care of my neighbor's cats. Here's why:

When my neighbors go on vacation, they ask my dad if we can take care of their pets while they're gone. Usually we can and the only time we can't is when we're on vacation ourselves.
So anyways, my sister and I (though its becoming just "I") go over to their house to take care of their pets in the morning (unless its a school day, my dad does it then) and again at night.

They have three cats. One is an outside cat and his name is Max. We just let him in and out of the garage and feed him 1/3 of a can of Fancy Feast on each trip there.
Another cat is Petsy. Petsy is a large cat who would look like the usual household cat if they didn't feed him so much. We just make sure he has food, even if he doesn't need it.
The third cat is Simon. Simon is a very stand off-ish and doesn't like to be bothered, although, he is cute. He's not huge like Petsy because he has some self control, but he is fluffy because of his fur. We just feed him, too.

Next would be the fish. I'm not sure how many they have because either one is hiding, or they just bought a new fish every time I go over there. We just feed them a pinch of food and turn on/off their light.

Then there's Franklin. Franklin is a turtle who freezes every time he sees someone. We just turn on/off his light. The light, however, is tricky. Its one of those lights where the part that covers the bulb is only on top, not on bottom and hangs over something. The first time I took care of the light I didn't see that the switch was next to the bulb and said covering because it was shorter than me. I thought the height adjustment knob was the switch and so I turned it and the light pole got shorter and slammed down onto Franklin's tank.

You know how people say to kids, "Don't tap on the fish tanks! Its louder for them than it is for you!" Well imagine that, except the kid is pounding on the tank. THAT'S how loud it was.
Poor Franklin!