We have lots of kids at our house. My kids, Mary P.’s kids, and the daycare kids who provide the inspiration for Mary P.’s blog.
Where there are lots of kids, it’s likely there are lots of pets. Our household is home to two cats, a bird, a hamster, and a guinea pig. Some of you have seen this photo of our guinea pig before:
Sparky bears a striking resemblance to a certain Looney Tunes character. Separated at birth? You be the judge!
This is the elder statesman among the livestock. Patches was always eccentric, and it’s only getting worse as he ages:
He won’t go near his water dish unless you’ve just filled it. He prefers to drink only living water, even if it comes from the faucet of the bathroom sink. (Living water = running water; the allusion is for the biblically literate among you.)
A few months ago, we introduced a kitten to the household. Moses has too much testesterone and not enough impulse control. When he gets restless, he fixates on capturing the budgie. He has knocked its cage down several times. So far, the budgie has not died of a heart attack, but it was a near thing.
The hamster looks like easy prey, too … unless you put her in a hamster ball. Nothing in a cat’s evolutionary history has prepared it for this scenario:
A hamster ball is the pet-world equivalent of an armoured vehicle. When the hamster rolled directly toward the cat, the cat’s only impulse was to get out of the way.
Eventually Moses took a swipe at it, but half-heartedly.
Finally — if you haven’t seen too much of our pets by now — here’s some footage of our hamster stuffing her cheek pouches then scurrying off to her burrow. A little snippet of domestic life! Enjoy!