I think I’ve already described the many ways a guinea pig can use the hay. And hiding in a stack is one of the ways. When I first wrote about it, I was living by my own. But now I have a flat mate, and life in two it’s much funnier. At least for us.
So, Data has the same passion of dragging the hay down and play in it. Of course, after he pees, poops and sleeps on top of the stack. We go along just fine in this regard and I always enjoy seeing him dragging the hay from the manger. He has a special way of doing it: props his head between the squares of the fence where the manger is and drags the hay with his front paws. He doesn’t stop until the whole stack is down.
The funny part in this story is the humans. They strongly believe we are actually chasing one specific straw when doing this. The truth is we really enjoy making a mess and then sleeping on top of it. How else could we convince the humans to give us a bath from time to time so I could get the opportunity to climb on her and soak her in dirty water with shampoo?!
But, I have the impression we are talking too much. So, this time, I’ll let you with more pictures than usual.
I would like to start by thanking to all guinea pigs gods for the fact that the human guests cleared our house! Finally our two humans have more time for us. Oh, wait, one of the mothers is still here, but at least she cleared the couch! OK, maybe I should slow down…
So, after the other parents left, a male friend came over. He was quite quiet, but still he occupied the second bedroom and the human mom who was left behind kept using the couch. Not that I get to have a lot of time on that couch, but Spock and Data seemed pretty disturbed by her presence. Although we all suspect Spock of getting out on the couch during the night and contemplating the thought of doing something not very pleasant to that human. Data, the only one who can testify, keeps it quiet and refuses to declare anything. But we all noticed signs on the couch…
By the way, this human keeps comparing us with dogs, including in terms of behaviour. And lives under the impression that we should all be the same. Our human female keeps repeating that it’s normal for Worf to be afraid, as it’s normal for me to crave for human touch and for Spock and Data to live in their own world. But the human mom keeps saying I am super spoiled and the human female doesn’t love the other three as she loves me (totally untrue!) or that Spock is super aggressive towards Data just because he growls when sniffing Data’s bum. Honestly, she needs extensive training if she wants to stay around us.
By the way, just because I tend to infuriate Spock and Data whenever I get on the couch (I feel super brave from the other side of the fence!), now I get to spend my mornings when the human is changing the bedding in my pen in an armchair and in my own blanket. Look how super cute I am in a mauve blanket!
It is amazing to see how humans believe we our feelings and emotions are at a low level and almost insignificant. But it is also amazing to open their eyes and let them know there is more about us than what they can glimpse. So, let’s talk about me and my fears.
We’ve already established I am the shy and introvert one. I like living on my own, although I also like having other piggies around. I don’t mind getting out with Kirk and having some “play dates”, but I enjoy best exploring the house by myself. There is nothing funnier than exploring under the couch and pooping all over in the hidden corners of the house. And humans look very amused checking where my white bum is…
Lately they came to realize what I knew for a long time: that I fear heights. But they never seem to notice the signs and I was always too busy being shy for telling them the truth. But they are not that dumb and they realized after all. How?! Well, after switching rooms because of Kirk and his bad manners, the human female also decided to change the place of my wood house form the front of the pen to the back. So, instead of having a wide open space from the top of it, I now have a closed view, a glass door, and I can’t really see the distance to the floor. As soon as she did this I’ve started climbing on top of my house and spending time there looking at the glass door and its beautiful colours.
It did not take long for her to realize that the height was the reason keeping me down from the house. And also the height is the reason why I cling myself on her anorak every time she picks me up and starts walking me through the house. As I said, she is not that dumb! Just that it took her several months to come to this conclusion.
Look, this is me on top of my wood house!