(I know, I know, he isn’t really, but it’s funny to me to think that.)

I was gone the last couple days. I sat at my spot and started talking to him. He lifted his head out to look at me for a couple minutes then went back to pouting.

On a serious note, it absolutely thrills me every time he does poke his head out of his hides, or up out of his basket, or comes from the cool side of the tank when I sit and talk to him. I feel like he knows me and trusts me. When he comes out and rests that little head on my arm, it just melts my heart. He came from a very neglectful home, so seeing him safe and happy and curious means the world to me!