Turtledom

Turtledom before:

Turtledom in progress:

Did you have to uproot so many hostas, Humans?

This used to make for a nice hunting blind…er…bird watching spot.

Turtledom after:

I appreciate the juxtaposition of the rocks and the diggable substrate.

The vegetation is quite nice and, if I understand correctly, edible.

My private pool, though, needs a cleaning and the proffered lettuce is not up to my standards.

3.5 stars, at best.

–Finnegan and Princess Turtle

P.S. We servents…er…Humans covered Turtledom with a strong plastic mesh to prevent any unwanted incursions into the Princess’s territory.  Human Daddy is hard at work on a latching chicken wire top.

Rescue

I got lost–real lost. The ground below me was hard and hot and impossible to dig.

I’d almost given up when a Human saw me in the middle of what he called the “street” and placed me in a bucket.

I didn’t exactly love the bucket, but I guess it’s better than what Human Daddy says would have happened to me if I’d remained in the “street.”

Things looked up a bit when the Humans set up what Human Mommy calls my “temporary luxury suite.”

I mean, it’s okay–not exactly “luxury,” but maybe 3 stars out of 5. 

The Humans have promised me an outdoor Turtle enclosure. This sounds much preferable to my 3-star suite.

In the meantime, I’ll be burrowing myself in my new substrate. (Good call on the substrate, Humans.)

I can’t wait to move to my outdoor Turtledom.

Chop, chop Humans!

–Princess Box Turtle (who thus far lacks a name and is not pleased about this)

A Little Help Here!

Sometimes you have to swallow your pride and ask for help.

Help, Human Mommy! The Millenial Meowie is swallowing my dinner!

What’s that? No, I can’t politely ask her to move.

The Millenial Meowie has murder mittens!

–Stella

(Thanks to Samantha Murdoch for this wonderful description of Meowie paws. Check out samanthamurdochblog.)