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our sulcata, Fluffy

FluffyCloseupIn October of last year, we added a new member to our family, Fluffy the Sulcata Tortoise. A client of mine let me know that she had several that were looking for homes since her neighbor’s Sulcata had babies. “Do you want one?” she asked. “You’re the first person I thought of.”

Of course I was. I’m a professional-pet-sitter-don’t-try-this-at-home.

My first instinct was impulsively optimistic, but I acted grown up and told her I appreciated her offer but would need to “consult the family” before accepting.

Then, I was even more grown up. I spoke to my husband about it before telling the kids, so there was no ganging up or anything, and we deliberated for a couple of weeks. Deciding to take on a pet that will likely outlive your children is a big commitment. We covered all of the bases, and decided to take the plunge. We told the littles and the teen thing, and they were beyond thrilled. We made them promise that they would make sure their children took great care of the tortoise in his later years (because a fifteen-, five- and three-year-old totally get that kind of commitment), and we went in with full-family responsibility.

Fluffy lives in a large apartment we call “the tank,” (because it’s a converted fish tank) and gets out in our back yard (“garden,” for you UK-ers) to exercise, explore, and graze nearly every day.

I think he’s really smart because he knows enough to like me best. If anyone but me approaches him, he pulls into his shell for a bit until he recognizes the human, but he knows I do 99% of the feeding and cuddling and freeing, so he’s attached to me and stays out of his shell whenever I reach for him. This proportion of care totally violates the original family contract, but did not surprise me.

Oh, and perhaps I should mention that we don’t yet know his gender, but we call him a “he.” We might change his name to Mrs. Doubtfire if he turns out to be a she.

There is a ton of conflicting information on the ‘net about Sulcatas, but Wikipedia warned me that Fluffy will eventually tip the scales at 100-200 pounds, and he can live to be 50-150 years or “much longer.” So perhaps the great grandchildren should be prepared.

Fluffy has brought so much unexpected joy to our family. He’s got a personality, and a bit of an attitude, so he fits right in. It is SO fun to watch him eat. Check it out:

That’s him eating weeds in our yard, which is awesome. Can you imagine how many weeds he’ll help us out with when he’s 150 pounds? Oh, wait…I’ll be dead. The great-grandchildren will appreciate that, I’m sure.

For now, we love Fluffy, and he seems to love us.

Look how big he's getting!

Look how big the babies are getting!

5 Comments on “our sulcata, Fluffy”

  1. Connie says:

    Oh.. my.. *swoon* How darn adorable!! I so want a turtle but I don’t see it fitting in my life so I’ll just have to live vicariously through Fluffy šŸ™‚

  2. Aw Fluffy is so cute! I used to see a lot of those when I worked with my exotic specialist doctor. Mostly babies with URI and the occasional “my dog chewed up my turtle” injury. We had a HUGE one living at our clinic for a while until he went to live on a reserve or something.

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