The emergency

It's Sunday evening and we're getting ready to leave. This is never an easy time of the weekend - not because we have to leave this beautiful place and return to work. No. Simply because getting Pete and Sabina to come in for dinner is like herding cats. And after dinner I still have to clean up, pack the esky, the rubbish, the recyclables, and so on. My priority is to get on the road sooner rather than later, while Pete and Sabina appear to be hell bent on having a leisurely bath.

So I'm in the kitchen, starting to get frustrated, when Sabina runs in "Mama! We have an emergency!". Oh for goodness sake! These, so called, "emergencies" happen far too often for my liking. But, on the surface, I remain calm. I put down the tea towel, and follow her outside.

Well, it turns out that when Pete adjusted Fort Cavy this morning, he accidentally put one of the corners on a rock. However, the rock was surrounded by tall grass, so he didn't see his mistake. The guinea pigs ate the grass, and found a way out of Fort Cavy, and into the big world beyond. Yep, you could tell from the way the grass was eaten down, that they had ventured out of their little enclosure.

Very, very carefully, we slightly lifted a tunnel inside Fort Cavy. Just enough to reveal a couple of white paws. Cissy. Then we lifted a bit of bark. Just enough to reveal a brown backside. Ginny. Yay! The emergency was over, both GPs were sitting in the Fort, and I could happily return to being frustrated in the kitchen.