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Cleaned cage. Running low on bedding. Argh@my lack of foresight :P
Not much running around today's floor time either. Only thing I can think of is chasing them, which I definitely don't want to do. They are coming outside of the cage and exploring more, though. Hopefully they'll feel comfortable enough to play eventually.
Wasabi makes a sound like hiccuping sometimes. It is weird. Vet appointment Friday. I will ask vet about all concerns then.
Add to list before I forget:
-enzymatic cleaner
Bigger book on cavy care from library is a cut above the first, but still full of bullshit. Oh well, it's worth looking at. I just do it while in their room anyway, keeping an ear on them and watching them from time to time. They are too awesome.
Very tired tonight but remembered yesterday and remembered they're my babies, cleaned up the run and the bottle (they hardly drink any water!) and their bowl. Oh, and dinner tonight was romaine and cilantro. Anti watched them eat. It is quite a show. I hope it will always be quite a show. Um, the cilantro stems are sometimes discolored now, darker than the usual green. Is that bad? As I take leaves off the romaine hearts, the inner leaves are smaller (duh) and more yellow, less green. Is that good or bad or neutral? Can they like eat all of it, down the newest tiny leaves? Sigh...having to feed them does make me handle fresh veggies more, it's just that I don't know how to do it! I should have paid more attention to my mom in the stores and kitchen when I was little.
Last thing I did was wash their bowl out and put fresh pellets in. When I got out their bag of food, they wheeked! As I filled up the bowl, I saw something with the corner of my eye and looked. Kula was popcorning! It was a sight to behold. I am so glad I caught some of it. I mean, I'm tired, and not very eloquent, but it was so beautiful. I am blessed, I am so blessed by them. Sometimes I think about it and feel so unworthy to be associated at all with these magnificent, kind beings. I'm sleepy. But they rox, seriously. I hope I never let them down. I hope so much.
Maybe I misjudged Sean. Since he loves certain animals, such as dogs, I was telling him how he should adopt a homeless animal if he ever wants to share his home with a companion animal. But--something I didn't expect from him--he seems to know enough about care to understand the gravity of the responsibility, and how much can go wrong when people don't take it seriously. He said something quite concisely that I'd been ranting on and on about at others for years, about how loving animals is different from raising them well. If only more people would understand that... Humans often value emotions to the point they disregard actions and consequences. Yes, sir, you may honestly feel that your dog is the cutest thing on the planet, but that DOES pale in comparison to lack of knowledge, neglect of care, less-than-dedicated commitment level, contribution to homelessness, whatever. Saying "I enjoy stroking furry things" does not guarantee that you do no wrong. Love does not put food on the table (or in the bowl) or get vet bills paid. Nor does it erase neglect or abuse.
I shouldn't be standing on a soapbox while I'm half asleep. Huh? I'm sitting on my chair!
Not much running around today's floor time either. Only thing I can think of is chasing them, which I definitely don't want to do. They are coming outside of the cage and exploring more, though. Hopefully they'll feel comfortable enough to play eventually.
Wasabi makes a sound like hiccuping sometimes. It is weird. Vet appointment Friday. I will ask vet about all concerns then.
Add to list before I forget:
-enzymatic cleaner
Bigger book on cavy care from library is a cut above the first, but still full of bullshit. Oh well, it's worth looking at. I just do it while in their room anyway, keeping an ear on them and watching them from time to time. They are too awesome.
Very tired tonight but remembered yesterday and remembered they're my babies, cleaned up the run and the bottle (they hardly drink any water!) and their bowl. Oh, and dinner tonight was romaine and cilantro. Anti watched them eat. It is quite a show. I hope it will always be quite a show. Um, the cilantro stems are sometimes discolored now, darker than the usual green. Is that bad? As I take leaves off the romaine hearts, the inner leaves are smaller (duh) and more yellow, less green. Is that good or bad or neutral? Can they like eat all of it, down the newest tiny leaves? Sigh...having to feed them does make me handle fresh veggies more, it's just that I don't know how to do it! I should have paid more attention to my mom in the stores and kitchen when I was little.
Last thing I did was wash their bowl out and put fresh pellets in. When I got out their bag of food, they wheeked! As I filled up the bowl, I saw something with the corner of my eye and looked. Kula was popcorning! It was a sight to behold. I am so glad I caught some of it. I mean, I'm tired, and not very eloquent, but it was so beautiful. I am blessed, I am so blessed by them. Sometimes I think about it and feel so unworthy to be associated at all with these magnificent, kind beings. I'm sleepy. But they rox, seriously. I hope I never let them down. I hope so much.
Maybe I misjudged Sean. Since he loves certain animals, such as dogs, I was telling him how he should adopt a homeless animal if he ever wants to share his home with a companion animal. But--something I didn't expect from him--he seems to know enough about care to understand the gravity of the responsibility, and how much can go wrong when people don't take it seriously. He said something quite concisely that I'd been ranting on and on about at others for years, about how loving animals is different from raising them well. If only more people would understand that... Humans often value emotions to the point they disregard actions and consequences. Yes, sir, you may honestly feel that your dog is the cutest thing on the planet, but that DOES pale in comparison to lack of knowledge, neglect of care, less-than-dedicated commitment level, contribution to homelessness, whatever. Saying "I enjoy stroking furry things" does not guarantee that you do no wrong. Love does not put food on the table (or in the bowl) or get vet bills paid. Nor does it erase neglect or abuse.
I shouldn't be standing on a soapbox while I'm half asleep. Huh? I'm sitting on my chair!
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