OK, humans are weird: they stay in touch with other humans, including parents. I mean, look at us! We leave our elders at some point (fine, most of us…) and go find our own humans. But the humans don’t. They need other humans around them. It hearts a little bit my feelings, but I need them to be happy in order to keep me happy.
So, where was I?! Oh, yeah! Since last week we have another three humans around. For one of them, the mother of our human female, it took 3 days to understand that we are not dogs. She kept coming to the fence and calling us hoping we will just go to her like dogs do. Of course we did not! I mean which serious, normal guinea pig will just go to a human without being bribed with a treat? We have better things to do, like sleeping, pooping and dragging the hay on the floor.
By the way, we have a new favourite activity: running around the pen and spreading the dried poop as far as possible on the room floor. But this is another story…
Coming back to our humans, that particular human finally got it and she keeps her distance. Still, she prefers Worf because he is black, so she goes often in front of his pen and starts baby talking to him. Weird! Also, she sleeps on my couch. I mean MY couch! This is outrageous and I tolerate it just because our private humans assured us it is a temporary situation.
The other two are keeping some distance. There is another human female, she comes to the fence from time to time and gives us pellets. She doesn’t want us to pet her or other stuff. And the older human male keeps an even longer distance. Amazing is that he acknowledged that our human female loves us. I really find this offending: how could somebody assume we are not lovable?! Just look at me how cute, handsome and amazing I am.
I know, Data is sharing the photos with me, but don’t forget that I am the one with grey ears.
By the way, with all this humans around, we are kind of reluctant to take over the laptop and do our social media thing. They wouldn’t believe their eyes seeing us writing and doing all this networking. And we are afraid they will have a heart attack or something… But they will leave next week and we can go to our normal routine.
The Tales of the Guinea Pigs Gang 