Post 5

Mom didn’t go to her first class this morning. She said she was sleep deprived. I believe her. She was saying weird things and doing things she only does when she’s lacking sleep. I don’t mind. Just means more time I have with her! She isn’t really talking to me right now though… I think because she’s busy, not because she’s mad at me. I didn’t do anything yet today. I know she has work later that she’s going to complain about. She always talks about her kids. I know they aren’t really HER kids but they’re in her cheer class so she calls them hers. She says they’re really loud and don’t listen very well. I’ve noticed that if you put a bunch of girls in one room, they don’t stay quiet for long. Either they’re all best friends and joking about something or they’re all being catty. I wish I could learn from my friends but the only friends I have are mom’s friends. She says she can’t handle another me. Not with school at least. So one day I should have a friend. Dad doesn’t want me to have a boyfriend though. He says bad things will happen but the way I see it I’d at least have a friend who sees things through my eyes. I can’t really complain though. If there was another me I’d have to share everything: my cage, my food, my toys, and my parent’s love. I don’t think I’m quite ready for that. I like having all that to myself. Not that I’m selfish or anything. So I believe I’m up to date on these posts now. And right before the weekend too. Hopefully it’s not a boring weekend here. Mom’s friend said he was going to come visit me later today. And I really like him. So hopefully he doesn’t let me down. I could use a little change of scenery.

Post 4

Mom just got done cutting my nails. It’s slightly easier to type now… I guess. I really don’t like when she does that. It’s so scary. She takes these big clippers and snips away at my beautiful nails. They’re so long and scratchable. They are a defense mechanism. She’s trying to make me too domestic. I did get a carrot out of it though. Usually I get carrots and spinach at night. Which I now know contains Vitamin C and Vitamin A because that’s the only thing I’ve heard about the last couple of days. I’ll forget soon though. It has no relevance to me; I just want to eat it. When I hear the fridge open I give momma a little squeal so she knows I heard the fridge and if I don’t get my treats I’ll be real upset. Tomorrow is Wednesday and that’s cage cleaning day. I get to run around in a new clean fluffy bed. I mean I’m only in there at night really but still, it’s nice to be clean. I got to see my daddy this weekend. That was a nice surprise. I mean I like him and all, but he doesn’t pay attention to me like mommy does so it’s hard to make him my favorite. He only let me run for a couple minutes while mommy was at practice. Sometimes mommy lets me run when she’s not even here. But then I can’t fight the urge to chew a wire so I’m not left alone out of the cage often anymore. I guess that’s my own fault. Wires just feel so good on my teeth. So does paper. Especially homework. For some reason that just tastes the best and if it’s laying on the floor I’ll steal it. Not my fault they were irresponsible to leave it on the floor. I mean, the floor is my territory. If it’s on the floor, it’s mine. End of story.

Post 3

Hi there! I'm sort of behind on this whole blog thing. I've been real sleepy the past couple of... well I'm kind of sleepy all day every day so that may not be a good excuse. Momma is going to be so upset when she finds out I'm behind. She's been complaining about how much work she has to do. Especially some Nutrient exam... I'm not sure what that is. She mainly just complained about the teacher. I think she's the teacher at least. She refers to her as Deborah. (Don't judge my spelling.) I hear every other teacher/professor as Mr., Mrs., or professor. I've heard her say she's the professor but she doesn't like to refer to her as Professor so and so. It's always Deborah.. or the occasional Debbie. She must be a tough woman cause I’ve never heard so many bad things come from mom's mouth.. I might get in trouble if I said that. And now I'm putting it out for the world to read. But you don't know who my momma is, and thankfully not Deborah. I said I'd write about life here and that's what I'm going to do. I'm pretty sure momma gave me a bath about a week ago. I was itching a lot and she thought I needed it. I was so mad. As soon as I heard that water run I froze. She knows I don't like them things! Why does she insist on putting me through that! And then she made me smell like damn baby powder.. Oh and she was oh so excited about that. She wouldn't stop sniffing me or put me down so I could rub that crap off. She wants me to be clean. But I'm a pig gosh darn it! She just doesn't understand. Wish one of you could talk to her for me. Not that that would really make a difference. She's too bull headed. I heard her mother yell at her one time (my grandmother, but she hates to be referred to as that seeing she's "too young") and mommy just yelled right back. I tried it one time, you know.. the whole learn from others type deal, and I didn't get my carrot. That was a depressing night.

Post 2

I have a nice, freshly cleaned cage today. It’s great. I don’t spend much time in there but when I do it’s nice to not have to sit in my own poop. Although it does cool me off a little. They keep it really warm in here usually. Sometimes it gets real cold down on the floor so mom bought me a heater just to heat up my little area for a little. She’s super picky about how warm it is and how long she keeps it on for, she’s so protective. Saturday it was real cold in here though. She had to work at some cheer competition or whatever… as if I really know what that is. She was gone all day! Literally, from 5am to 8pm. I really missed her. I miss her when she leaves for too long and when she returns I welcome her. I yell hello and ask her how her day was but she just kinda repeats things over and over to me in some strange high pitched voice, so then I just stop trying. It was one of the roommates’ 21^st birthday Monday. They were making a big deal about it but I don’t really know what that means. Oh man, I got in trouble this week. I was really thinking how do you punish a guinea pig? Me especially. I’m so great. But I bit her arm and she got SO mad. I got yelled at and then put in my cage and ignored. That was no fun. We had an awesome nap together once she forgave me though. I was so comfortable cuddle on her. I saw my dad through skype today. He looked a mess. Uh-oh, she sees me. She must be done cleaning because she is totally about to pick m