Twins

Every little boy should have a playmate, right? That’s the way we looked at it anyway. But, living on the 4th floor (with no elevator), a dog was out of the question. I didn’t want to get a cat either that could never go outside. So, when O’s niece mentioned that someone had given her a guinea pig as a present, the bells went off in my head and I figured it would be the perfect thing. After all, guinea pigs are affectionate yet still small and they can even be litter box trained or trained to do their “business” in one corner of their cage.

About a month ago we took a ride to the pet store and they just happened to have one guinea pig. The salesperson told us that they had had two but the other one was sold the day before. We decided to take the plunge, buying a small cage for it since O was planning on building a larger cage.

When we asked Luigi what the guinea pig’s name was, he said Wee-ee (probably because of the noise that it makes), thus we decided to name it Willy.  Since they told us at the pet store that it was male, the name seemed ok, but upon examination I decided it was female. Willy is short for Wilhelmina in this case, I guess.

Not wanting it to be lonely, our intention was to wait a little while, then purchase another guinea pig so that Willy would have some company.

Then, about a week or so ago I told O that Willy obviously needed some exercise because she was getting fat. We would take her out of the cage and let her loose on the floor, but she wouldn’t go anywhere. She would want to be held though and made noises of contentment while being petted but she wasn’t interested in moving around.

Today, we returned home to find that Willy is not only definitely female, she was also pregnant. Now instead of one guinea pig, we have three.

Here are the “twins”

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