Not even Bhindi's, really. O.K. it was mom and Bhindi's. Not mine.
Mom lets us out now by simply opening the ramp door at the end of our cool, new "habitats" which she covered with a cushioned walkway so we can run in and out of our own cages while playing, exploring, scooting, scurrying, and racing about the apartment, which mom piggy-proofed except for her antique drafting table from the thrift shop made of wood and we chew and chew on it, as it has been chewed on by every cavy who has resided within the bastion of PandasPigSanctuary. But this is the first time mom let me and Bhindi out together with both our cage doors open.
Need I say more? I ran into his cage and tore it up,
PEED & POOPED, TOO, YA GOTTA if you a real boy!
Meanwhile, Bhindi ran into my cage and tore it up.
When I ran back into my cage for some water and a brief
rest and discovered what heinous crimes had been committed
(never mind that I had already done them to him!) I came
out like Dirty Harry LOCKED AND LOADED and he had
also discovered that I had been in his cage tearing HIS THINGS
up, so HE CAME OUT LOCKED AND LOADED so even mom's
"shepherding spatula" that she uses to break us up was no match for "Revenge of the Cage Wheekers!"
Further, I have never done this before, but mom told CD3 on the phone that I went over to all the "common" cuddle cups and toys
on the floor and was STOMPING ON THEM AND THAT SHE
HAS PICTURES TO PROVE IT!
So what if I did? It felt right, I am a muse...following the
"Inner Vinny" and my "Inner Vinny" said STOMP, TEAR,
RIP, SHRED, EAT, PEE AND POO ON...MAKE MY WAY
IN THE WORLD, MAKE SURE THE WORLD KNOWS
I MAY BE SMALL, BUT - AND MAKE NO MISTAKE,
WORLD, VINNY-GUINEA IS HERE TO STAY!
We made a big mess.
Later, Bhindi was choking on something and mom
had to pick him up to see if she could help him and let him run
around again and he got to do a re-pee of all the places I had
already done a three-pee! And YumYum never even got a
SPRING FEVER AND WE NEEDZ US SOME WIMMIN!
THAT'S MY STORY AND I'M STICKIN' TO IT.