Maybe unconventional, but...
My fish, a young female Crowntail, is so cute, and I wuv her J
My routine with her starts in the morning when I boil water and put it in a ceramic gravy boat; I tuck the boat beside/partly under her fish-shaped (unfiltered, unheated) fish bowl and she hovers over it to play and enjoy the heat; it also raises the temp in her bowl a little bit. Gradually she starts to swim around in the cooler parts of the bowl – she seems energetic after the warm-up.
I feed her red pellets, though I have to search for the smallest ones because she’s still little. She gobbles freeze dried worms very happily. On occasion, I have also fed her one pellet-sized, unseasoned cooked shred of each of the following: roasted pork, roasted chicken, canned tuna (carefully rinsed to remove salt), and chicken liver. She liked these foods very much since they were soft and fit her mouth size better than the pellets – her everyday food. Once a week I change her water almost completely. I pour water from her bowl into a clean plastic cup, put her in it, crack the hull off a hemp seed and feed her the soft white kernel inside so she has a little fiber in her system. Then I rinse all the gravel, the silk plant and several mother-of-pearl pieces (1 1/2 inch round hoops; she likes to swim through them) put them in the water being conditioned and warmed for her bowl, and clean the whole empty bowl inside and out with white vinegar. I make sure the vinegar is thoroughly rinsed away, put the conditioned water in her bowl and arrange the ‘landscape’ for her before gently pouring her from her holding cup back into the bowl. Then I lift a the whole filled bowl and put it back in it’s place right above and in front of my computer desk. Sometimes I put my headphones on her bowl and play sweet, calm music for her. Her favorite is, “Ocean Song”, from Yes singer Jon Anderson’s solo album, “Olias of Sunhillow”; it features a lot of subsonics and she plasters herself against the tiny speaker to enjoy the nice vibes. She gets about five minutes of music a day. Her bowl sits on a sheet painted with florescent paint that gives off a faint moonlight glow during the night.
She seems healthy and happy, even in her one-gallon bowl. I really like my little Lambchop, and I like to think she likes me. She pushes her face up to stare at me through the glass with her big black eyes when I use the computer. She makes me happy and I hope it’s mutual.