Poor Cece is convinced that clipping her nails is the latest in my curriculum of torture. She’s taking out her guinea pig frustrations on a towel right now. I’m pretty sure the end goal (if she has one) is to either shred the towel or become burrito pig.
The painters are in today (not a euphemism!) to retouch a few spots and re-whiten the ceiling. I was in the office, cleaning the guinea pig cage and one of the painters needed to put a lamp somewhere so I told him to bring it in here. He walked in and saw the guinea pigs in the box they occupy during cage maintenance: “Oh!”
He seemed curious, so I scooped up Pip and held her out to him- not far, just enough for him to be able to take her if he wanted. When he put his hands around her, I saw that he already knew how to hold her, so I let go. He held her for a moment, told me she was beautiful (“thank you!”), asked me where I got them (“uh, a pet store”), and handed her back.