So, a mean Hooman yelled at me and told me I was starving Phira. I was shocked. Now Phira is a bit small and skinny but he also runs, jumps, climbs, and hurdles everything he can, fir about an hour to two hours a day. Then, as she is holding him he poops on her. It is a big healthy, wet, stinky poo. He then jumps over to me looks at her and snuggles up to my neck. A person who was listening to the "conversation" said "looks like its eating a lot actually." I, being me, was naturally upset and... straight to the evil dr o we go. She confirms that a Phira is a bit small, but happy and healthy. And I don't need to place him up for adoption or feed him more. He is fine. Now the funny part. The woman is part of the local Animal Rights group in the area. Even better, she is also very rich and very crazy, and sees ever animal as abused or neglected... hold on wait for it... calls Dr. O's office and says... there's a guy with a chameleon who is starving it and to be on the look out for him. A chameleon! Lmao! Phira was very insulted by that. Very. He is pouting.