Some friends are going out of town for two weeks and Josie volunteered to adopt their furball for the duration.  Said furball's name is Barbossa and he lives in a large cage.  Apparently he likes company, so we can't sock him away in Josie's bedroom while he's here.  Not only would he die of boredom, the chances of losing him in the debris of clothes is ridiculously high.  So we've moved him and his paraphernalia into the tv room.

Where Anibelle immediately discovered him.

I'm not worried about the cat.  First of all, Barbossa is almost half as big as she is and she's never killed anything.  Even the occasional mouse only get the poo scared out of him by this useless cat.  All the killin is left to me and it's a darn good thing I'm not as squeamish as the cat.

Anibelle has spent the last half hour perched beside the guinea pig's cage and the two of them are having a stare down.

Okay, the cat just shot past me.  Apparently the guinea pig has won the stare down and the cat is now afraid of him.

Par for the course.

 

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