My guinea pig hates new things. Every time I place her in my bed, she becomes frightened of anything that comes her way: fingers, hair, my stomach, lol anything. How do you decide what is acceptable? You have your enhanced sense of smell, your minimal eyesight, minimal touch, irrelevant (or seemingly so) taste, and advanced hearing. Describe your experience and emotions. Simple thought experiment
Since my eyesight is so poor I wont know what is beyond my cage. I will be able to smell unusual things that I'm not familiar with around the room. I am unfamiliar with them because I don't know what they are, what they're used for, or if they're safe for me. When fingers are approaching me I can't tell right away they are the friendly hands of my owner, to me they are foreign. The sent of my owner is always changing as he/she goes to different places, touching different doors, and meeting different people. I do not know of any other guinea pigs, I am the only one. I never question my existence, I am where I am and this is the only place that I know. Somehow my food appears by itself, I assume it grows there. I do not have a strong concept of plant growth so food growth seems plausible. I get my water from a metallic tube. On occasion my owner will take me outside. It is bright and feels like a dream. There is so much to take in, everything is a bright blur, it's very loud with strange grumbling noises and high pitched noises of flying creatures. Finally, at times I will be hoisted into the arms of strangers, but am reassured by the sounds of my owner that this new human is friendly. My life is full of confusion and loneliness.
No thanks, im not a furry.. Cavies kick ass, my friend had a few, they were very vocal and VERY playful.. they did have a nasty habit of biting though..
I had a guinea pig when I was a kid. I named him guinea. I wasn't a very creative kid. One day Guinea escaped from his cage and was eaten by my Cat. True story, sadly.
that reminds me of a time when my younger sister's hamster escaped. it got into a hole in the wall which was filled with fiberglass. we had no idea how to get it out so we left it in there and bought a new one. i suppose it must have eventually run out of the food in its cheeks because after we got the second one, the first one returned to search for food - my stepfather noticed it at night a couple times but didn't manage to catch it until he set up a trap. i had a guinea pig which i kept in the garden. i imagine its priorities were a little different than a caged one; it shared the lawn with a rabbit and we also had a cat which would never bother them. if i were the guinea pig i don't expect i would register the cat as a threat. i would get my water from a metal tube - especially at night, when i would be inside the hutch- or anywhere i find in the garden, and at night the rabbit would be inside the hutch alongside me. i would likely assume we are the same.
Look left and right quickly jitter my teeth and jolt to the darkest spot to hide from the pillow monster
Fuck...fuck fuck fuck! Sound! Light! Fuck fuck fuck g-GIANT! Shit hide...oh fuck maybe it won't see me...sniff sniff. FUCK! Probably rather hectic lol
Omg , there are wood chips everywhere, I feel like running around in circles to await my master would give me these dry poop shaped things ,so I can nibble on them. Oh wow , here's master coming . He seems to enjoy poking my nose and brushing his masculine fingers across my body. It feels so invigorating. I'll go lick my fur, it's kind of dirty. I like to do 60 licks on one spot , to keep my coat nice and clean.Time to curl up in the corner and take a nap .
(patrick stewart voice) I crawled around my cage, the hay was my favorite color, yellowish brown. I love when the giant hand puts food in the bowl, its like christmas everyday. except the days when the hand grabs me out of my cage, I begin having dark thoughts that terrorize my conscious mind, and leave a thorn bush in my sub conscious. Because I am a guinea pig I do not have fight or flight, only flight. I scurry underneath the t shirt and begin nibbling on an oversized nipple that points extruded from a saggy teet on an overweight body. It smells like the hand that feeds me.
[quote name='"tokinbud420"']I had a guinea pig when I was a kid. I named him guinea. I wasn't a very creative kid. One day Guinea escaped from his cage and was eaten by my Cat. True story, sadly.[/quote] Lol, this text is pretty creative seems like youve learned something, while growing up, lol