There is a vignette in here featuring a cat and a turtle that reminds me of how my own turtle used to live in hope that Henry the cat would feed him. He was always hand-fed, which made him feel secure, so he had no fear of the cat. And Henry would just sit there, watching him; and he watched Henry; and he went into his “Feed me” act, always to no avail. This went on for years. I wonder what Henry thought it was all about. I know what the turtle thought.