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juushikaWhile I had my camera downstairs* to photograph pumpkin muffins, I thought I'd prove that:
Hey would you look at that this little guy also lives here.
A few weekends back, Devon and I did some touch-up painting in my bedroom and in the dining room/office downstairs. As a result, we were able to move my bed and rearrange my room, and move Dee's office, and construct furniture for Dee's office, and reposition Kuzco. Getting things done is a cascading chain for both the good and the bad: get it started and it can keep going, but if you want to get it done you have to do a dozen other steps first. Anyway, all this means is that Kuzco is approximately in the area he'll have permanently. He still needs a custom cage built for the space (this is his roomy-but-still-undersized travel cage), but he's so positioned now that he gets some nice sun early in the day (when it's always cool enough to want some nice sun), and he's right by the windowsill so August can now sunbathe while watching Guinea Pig TV. Life is good.
This is not Kuzco's wary face. This is just his I-am-alive face.
"I always think everything could be a trap ... which is why I'm still alive."
Meanwhile, August was on the couch going:
Dis blanket also mine.
Now she's asleep on my folded body pillow. Spoiled? Never!
I have laundry to do, and a bag to pack, and so off with me.
* I bought my camera as a high school graduation gift for myself, and it's officially showing its age. The lens is dusty and needs cleaned, 4.0 megapixels just ain't what it used to be, and now the battery is dying—battery life had been falling for years, but as of a week ago it's fallen to about four minutes between charges, so I have to tether it to an outlet to do much with it. Fun!
Hey would you look at that this little guy also lives here.
A few weekends back, Devon and I did some touch-up painting in my bedroom and in the dining room/office downstairs. As a result, we were able to move my bed and rearrange my room, and move Dee's office, and construct furniture for Dee's office, and reposition Kuzco. Getting things done is a cascading chain for both the good and the bad: get it started and it can keep going, but if you want to get it done you have to do a dozen other steps first. Anyway, all this means is that Kuzco is approximately in the area he'll have permanently. He still needs a custom cage built for the space (this is his roomy-but-still-undersized travel cage), but he's so positioned now that he gets some nice sun early in the day (when it's always cool enough to want some nice sun), and he's right by the windowsill so August can now sunbathe while watching Guinea Pig TV. Life is good.
This is not Kuzco's wary face. This is just his I-am-alive face.
"I always think everything could be a trap ... which is why I'm still alive."
Meanwhile, August was on the couch going:
Dis blanket also mine.
Now she's asleep on my folded body pillow. Spoiled? Never!
I have laundry to do, and a bag to pack, and so off with me.
* I bought my camera as a high school graduation gift for myself, and it's officially showing its age. The lens is dusty and needs cleaned, 4.0 megapixels just ain't what it used to be, and now the battery is dying—battery life had been falling for years, but as of a week ago it's fallen to about four minutes between charges, so I have to tether it to an outlet to do much with it. Fun!
