Harold is settling back in nicely. He has approved the current design of his compound, is greatly enjoying his music, and his appetite is first rate (he loves Memoirs Of A Geisha while lounging in his tub and dining). He used to be addicted to his sausages and toast (meal worms and stone ground wheat bread), but since he got back he has had tomato, a wee bit of “toast,” boiled egg white, boiled chicken, tuna in spring water, and a bit of blueberry. He has never cared for grapes. The other turtles love them. I am thinking he may not get any “sausages” for quite a while. I much prefer that his diet be as varied as possible. I intend to give him some earthworms soon, which he disdained after getting hooked on the “sausages.” “What??? Eat THOSE? They’re slimy and gritty!” He and the cats are getting along great. The only thing I worry about with them is that they will steal his tuna and chicken if he doesn’t eat it right away. They’ll suck it right down because his portions are only about the size of my pinky nail. Well, I guess it will serve him right. At any rate, I’ll be back to keep you up to date. Photos of his horrible life at home follow. I’m sorry I didn’t take one while he was wading and lounging in his big pool (MY TUB) yesterday. I will rectify that soon, I promise. I’ll look in my files because I know there are some in there. You’ll have to see it to believe it.
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