Animal House.
It was a clear measure of my self-control that I left Pets at Home today without a
guinea pig.
It wouldn’t have
been the first time I'd come out with an impromptu pet. My flat has previously acted as an ark to a pair of zebra finches and Russian dwarf hamsters, and is
currently home to two budgies and a cat. I also live with my wife, but she
doesn’t count as livestock, except for when we go through passport control. It's the cheapest way for her to leave the country.
I love having
animals around me. They’re good for the soul. I may not take my beast
appreciation as far as Brian Blessed (who lives with two thousand of them; two thousand!), but
I’ll always have a pet or two around the house. They don’t ask for much, save
food and attention, and they’re almost always pleased to see you. Except for
cats, who often look at you with disdain, but I like to think I can see through
it.
Guinea pigs are
the next four-legged creature on my secret checklist. I just need a house with a garden. I’d like to own a pair called Nimoy and Shatner: one will have
big ears and the other will look like Michael Myers (the character in Halloween and not the star of Wayne's World 2 and other projects).