We have now arrived at a difficult transitional time.
The Darlin’ Baby has been living in a crate during his babyhood.
He graduated to a guinea pig cage.
Back in the day, when I had 3 rescue guinea pigs, I bought the largest cage available. This particular one was about $80 from PetEdge.com. (I know, I know, how shameless that I spent that much on an animal product when there are people starving all over the world. If they were here, I would feed them, too.)
It was a guinea pig’s dreamworld. It was super big, maybe 2 feet by 4 feet. That’s pretty big for a creature that doesn’t do very much. I added plastic igloos and wooden houses, ’cause guinea pigs like to squeal and hide and hop about a bit, and that added vertical spaces.
Alas, all the piggers have gone on to piggy heaven, but I still have this fabulously large cage. Large enough for a bed and a litter box and a water bowl and a food bowl.
Just big enough for a Darlin’ Baby to stretch his legs and get fresh air and be safe. That would be his new night-time home.
During the day, when he wasn’t at work with me, I’d let him out to run and play in a little wooded patch. He made friends with one of Mama Cat’s babies, who looked remarkably like his twin.
Here’s the Darlin’.
Here’s his twin.
Don’t believe me? Here are the two of them together.
And sometimes, just like people, when animals get overstimulated, they get all cracked-out and crazy.
He ran over to a wood block, which is supposed to be used for supporting a jack stand for the RV and makes for a dandy little bonus cat stand, and clung to the top of it, and looked around like he having hallucinations.
Endorphins much?
Soon, the Darlin’ Baby is going to his new home. We’ll miss him, but I’ll bet that another one, or six, are making their way here.