Our carer tried lots of different ways of providing us with our favourite drink, water. We found that a lot of the water bottles are difficult to use and we would have to twist our necks into really uncomfortable positions. My brother, Bobby, never really worked out how to use one. He would shake and shake the metal bit and water would be all over his face and he was still very thirsty. The bottles also had a tendency to drip and wet our bedding.

Booby on the bottle. [http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jPevP6gWP4A/SjnnUeeUwDI/AAAAAAAAAB4/0FWA3d_q4Fw/s320/IMG_1821+(Medium).jpg source]

We preferred the heavy earthenware pots for our water. That way we can drink as we are designed to do. Our carer always made sure that the water was replaced so that it was clean and refreshing for us.

One good thing about the bottles were that they did keep our water clean and they were useful if our carer was unable to replace our water regularly.

Zoi on the pot. [http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jPevP6gWP4A/Sjnk4IJGcUI/AAAAAAAAABY/g0V-BYOPqfI/s320/IMG_1833+(Medium).jpg source]

We also discovered that they made a good musical instrument. Zoi liked playing with his nuts and the plastic pot they were in. They made a good sound. To help pass the time we formed a band. Zoi on the pot, Bobby on the bottle and me as lead singer – Tom Bon Guinea! We thought of different names for our little band – Primal Squeak, Raving Cavies, Tommy and the Pigs, Rodent Rockers, Gigging Piggies…….

We practiced our pawtographs ready for when we were famous.

Our best song “Bubble and Squeak” made the Guinea’s Book of Records. We played at various outdoor venues around the garden and even threw impromptu indoor concerts for the carers. Some scary birds even started a fan club and started following us around with hungry eyes.

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