Hello and welcome to George’s Guinea Pig World. I’m Percy, and I run this place with Kevin. George set it up in 2009, which is before I was born. I live in a nice cage next to Oscar, and his brother Midge lives next to Kevin.
Our A to Z theme is “Our Favourite Things”
We have a nice quiet home. It is more noisy in the morning, because the music machine comes on in the kitchen at seven, which is usually when Mummy comes downstairs and starts doing things. The music is generally nice. It’s something called Classic FM. We like it, but it goes off later when we’re all back in our runs after cuddle time and our run around the kitchen, so we can eat our breakfast and snooze in peace.
Also in the morning, during cuddle times, Mummy has a moving picture box on in the corner of the cuddle room. That sometimes has people talking, and sometimes it has ticking noises and small bursts of music. Sometimes it has loud noises, too. Most of the time it’s not too noisy, though.
The rest of the day is pretty quiet. If the door to the garden is open we’ll hear the birds singing, and sometimes we hear people moving about next door, or noisy traffic on the road at the front. If Mummy’s in, she’ll be upstairs next to Kevin and Midge, working. Apparently she sits tapping away on this keyboard all morning and most of the evening. I wouldn’t like to do that. Doing these A to Z posts is hard work. I’d rather stick to one a week. But she’s not noisy, unless she has to stop and talk into her handset, or sometimes she reads whole books out loud to her computer. That’s when she’s doing something called editing. Kevin told me about it. She makes lots of tutting noises to herself then, too.
I spend quite a lot of time sleeping during the day, until I feel ready to have a little run around and a bite to eat. Mummy sometimes feels like running around and having a bite to eat too, and then she comes and talks to Oscar and me, and gives my head a scritch or Oscar a smooth. She knows what we like best!
And very soon, we’ll be going out in the garden to eat grass. That’s usually quiet, except for flying things overhead and the birds singing and rumbles of machinery in the distance.
Do you have a quiet life?