Harold is doing famously. He and the cats have a mutual respect, and I will kick their butts if they mess with him, or rather shoot them with the water bottle. They know that, but they do love to watch him sometimes, with no hostile intent. They get intrigued when he eats or bathes. Then they drink the water out of his “hot tub.” Not I. I know what is likely in there. Regarding his diet, I am very pleased and do not see him getting any meal worms in the near future. The cherry on top of this cake is a banana. I have known Harold for six years, and he has never even tasted banana before when offered. Today he ate a sizeable chunk off of a one inch piece, and after he took his swim he came back in and finished it off, along with some watermelon and a taste of a piece of nectarine. Nope. As long as this keeps up there will be no occurrence of “sauages” magically appearing in his bowl. I am not going to ruin a good thing. Gotta run now. I have a date with a paddle.