I held out a wild strawberry from my backyard on its stalk, thinking Cece would smell it before trying to eat it. My plan was to give her a bite and then let Pip have a bite.
There was no smelling, however, as she inhaled the whole wild strawberry, looking around for more as she chewed.
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.
Edit: Burrito pig.
More from Wednesday’s outside session: Cece eats grass from my hand while I wear a favorite dress.
The short answer is that Cece eats more quickly.
Pip eating:
Cece eating:
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.
More of Cece and her complicated relationship with the pigloo.
Cece flipped her pigloo onto its side and laid down next to it.
Guinea pig breakfast time. This is how Pip (the black one) handles Cece’s food aggression.
Reading in bed with guinea pigs.
Cece and my new sleep pants.
More googly eyes.
Googly eyes. Satsumas from Freshfully.
