I had an elderly cat who would doze off at her water dish. I thought I would get a gold fish to liven up her day. LFS said that bettas could live in a fish bowl, so got a betta and named him Fredrick Franklin. Put his bowl on the floor to amuse the cat. She didn't notice him. He became my fish. I had bettas on my kitchen counter and at work for many years. One day in the summer of 2005 I came home to the sound of running water in the living room. My husband had come across the mother of yard sale finds and had brought home a 55 gallon tank with four 8" oscars, two 15" pacu and two 12" plecos. One oscar was already dying of HITH, and the others had shortened life spans. Only the pacu survived the horrific conditions they were raised in. When the last betta died, no consideration was given to replace him. When the pacu came into our lives, we catapulted into a completely different dimension of fish keeping.