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Well, the second time's the charm, in our case! Thursday we went back to the clinic and met up with Ms. Nice Person again. (To recap, Ms. Nice Person is what I'm calling the lady in charge of the organization I'm fostering for. Lol, I still think it's funny... but I'm probly the only one laughing... so I'd better stop before you think I'm crazy... OH NO TOO LATE)
But Morgan the guinea pig was a sweetie. She's very cute! I don't know much about cavy breeds, but Morgan has three rosettes on her - two on either side of her flank, and one on her head. So she isn't an Aby... but she's not American... and I couldn't find anything else that looked like her. So is she an Aby-American mix? Anyone out there know? Oh, that's right, my audience is imaginary... which means the answer is imaginary...
But we got Morgan in a small carrying cage, and the real cage all folded up. It was a large plastic base (1'x3', maybe... too small for a permanent guinea home, but the adopting family will have bigger, so Morgan will be okay for now with extra floor time) and then the barred cage folded in inside of it. It was actually really easy to put together, too. We got a bit of food from Ms. Nice Person as well, though we're going to start siphoning off food from my sister's guinea if we run out - which we may. The foster families are supposed to supply their own food/bedding, for it costs a ton.
Morgan was actually very calm all car-ride home. Even now that she's settled in a bit, she's a very quiet cavy. I've heard her squeak a few times, but no where near my sister's guinea - that thing is loud. But I just love the sound guinea pigs make when they squeak. It's so... adorable! Of course, Morgan's adorable enough without it. She likes to push her Pig-gloo, as Ms. Nice Person called it, all the way around her cage. Which leaves furrows in the bedding, which drives me crazy, but...
Anyway, so far being a foster mommy is pretty cool. I took Morgan out for the first time earlier today - I was letting her adjust before that - and she was pretty calm once out. She was sort of frozen-scared at first, but she calmed down after a bit. When I was holding her, though... I still felt a bit of that pain. I know she'll be gone in a few weeks, and I'm almost glad. I'm still... I'm still afraid to love another small pet again. Man, that sucks, but it's true - the feeling is just so undescribable, like a hole... but in my stomach, I think, and my chest gets tight...
I want rats for actual pets. But I'm still afraid to have actual pets. That's a bit contradictory, no? Maybe after fostering for a while, I'll feel better about myself. Morgan is cute. But there's still that fear that she'll get hurt or die or something. She actually might be sick. Ms. Nice Person had noticed some eye goop that she'd wiped off before giving her to us, and she told us to watch it. Ms. Nice Person said she'd just opened a new hay bag, so it might have just been dust. But Morgan got more goop around her eye earlier, and we called Ms. Nice Person. We're supposed to watch it more closely now and report back. Wish me luck with that... ><
Well, now I'm tired. Except my plan is to not sleep... oh well, I'll just go eat some chocolate. Anyway, until next time! (Look forward to stories about any quirks I find in Morgan!)
 Saeko-san · Sun Mar 23, 2008 @ 06:13am · 0 Comments |
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