Tomorrow is my weekly cleaning day but my friend Karen brought her daughter Sonja over today to meet Princess Piggy Poo so I cleaned up the place a day early. Not my place, Princess Piggy Poo’s. Plus, she spilled her water bowl so it was only the right thing to do.
Princess Piggy Poo really shouldn’t have a water bowl. Generally, guinea pigs drink out of those water bottles that hang upside down from their cages. My poor Princess doesn’t know how. The pet store guy admitted she couldn’t have learned while she lived there because they don’t use the bottles. He recommended putting something sweet on the spout such as molasses or honey, but she still won’t use the bottle. So it hangs there like artwork in her cage. In the month I’ve had her she’s only spilled her water bowl once but as she gets bigger, her hovel will become smaller and I may be cleaning that cage a lot more.
It would be nice if I could just get her a bigger cage. Actually, it would have been nice if I had bought her her own abode at all. Instead she’s in a hand-me-down house from her predecessor Mr. Cucoloris Jr. (God rest his teeny soul.) Don’t worry I cleaned it really good before moving her in. Burned a little sage to remove Junior’s spirit…just kidding.
As much as I’d love to give her more room to run around, the reality is she just sits in her little piggy cave 99.3% of the time anyway. And the .7% of the time she’s not in her cave, she’s grabbing food to drag in there. I know I’d love a 10,000-square-foot house but I manage to squeeze into one that’s shy of 1,000. Just because every princess deserves a castle it doesn’t mean she’ll get one. Welcome to my world, Piggy.