Shiraz

Shiraz is one of, what we laughingly refer to as , Megans' guinea pigs.

Once upon a time there was a geography teacher who had a son with 3 guinea pigs. The son moved away, and the geography teacher asked if any of his pupils wanted the guinea pigs. Megan, 11 at the time, was desperate to have them and swore to take care of them. Sadly, we have cats so that was impossible, HOWEVER, she did sweet talk her grandad into letting her keep them at his house where she would visit daily to love, care and play with them. And they all lived happily ever after - NOT.

This is how it works.
My Dad feeds them every morning, Wednesday evenings and every weekend. He cleans their cage. He plays with them.
My mam buys their veg.
I buy their hay, sawdust and dried food, plus the odd titbit.
Megan - doting animal lover - rushes off the bus on weeknights, excepting Wednesday, rushes into her grandads house and says have you fed them? When he hasn't, she goes outside for about 3 minutes to give them a handful of hay. No cuddles. No cleaning.
The end.