TheAurora
Adult Guinea Pig
Unfortunately, when God was giving out piggy brains, little Casran didn't exactly get his fair share (of course beauty he has in spades).
He'll often run to the wrong side of the cage at meal times ... staring through the bars at a magnolia wall, getting confused, instead of standing by the open doors where Jemima is chomping on a double dinner helping.
He's one of those piggies who is 'always in the way' ... standing exactly where it's most inconvenient or clinging onto the hutch door bars when I'm trying to open the door and refusing to let go.
This morning was no exception. Upon hearing the curly kale bag rustle, Jemima knew exactly where she needed to be to get fed - the trough hung from the side of the cage.
Casran got confused and, as ever, was stood in the way. Getting fed up of trying to push past him, Jemima just stomped across his back - climbing over him. I scooped Casran up and gave him a 'pity cuddle' and plonked him back down but he still ran to the wrong side of the cage and stood expectantly while Jemima was eating away at the curly Kale.
Eventually I picked him up and placed him in front of the food and he started eating.
Poor Casran:

He'll often run to the wrong side of the cage at meal times ... staring through the bars at a magnolia wall, getting confused, instead of standing by the open doors where Jemima is chomping on a double dinner helping.
He's one of those piggies who is 'always in the way' ... standing exactly where it's most inconvenient or clinging onto the hutch door bars when I'm trying to open the door and refusing to let go.
This morning was no exception. Upon hearing the curly kale bag rustle, Jemima knew exactly where she needed to be to get fed - the trough hung from the side of the cage.
Casran got confused and, as ever, was stood in the way. Getting fed up of trying to push past him, Jemima just stomped across his back - climbing over him. I scooped Casran up and gave him a 'pity cuddle' and plonked him back down but he still ran to the wrong side of the cage and stood expectantly while Jemima was eating away at the curly Kale.
Eventually I picked him up and placed him in front of the food and he started eating.
Poor Casran:

