Guest Post: A #Chinchilla for #Caturday

Dasha! Dasha! Dasha! I’m Dasha! Or Disher! Or Dish-Dash! Or Pookie! Or BeBop! I’m a chinchilla!

Momma n Daddy went onna nassy fing calld a vay cay shun. It waz nassy an hot an had a fing calld a o-shun! I’m frum high, cold, dry mountinz, so dat’s nassy 2 me! I stayd wif grandmar n granddad inna peshul cold rume.

Hearz sum pichurs ob me.

1 kind ob my treats. Flowers an dry fruit.
Annudder treet. flowers an seeds an bark. YUM!

Momma sent 2 bags of treetz an sum hay an sum alfalfa pellets an sum oat grass an sum lava chewz, but Grandmar went shopping 4 me, 2!

2 exercise, 2 baff, TREATZ!

Grandmar wuz afraid i wud need a baff, so she got me a baff howz and lava dust, how I baff. DUSTY! FUN!

An she gotted me mineral chewz wif sprinkles on!

How i do: eat off sprinkles. Kick chew onna floor.

I lurv grandmar! She playz me Klezmer moosic! Like!! But I didn’t like not be at home. My home cage iz taller dan Daddy! My away one is dinky. I get to play inna hall at home, but iz 2 hot heer cept inna peshul cold room. My home cage haz a wheel 2 run in, but is 2 big 4 dis away cage. Bah!

I hide in my howze.
Okay, I come look at u.
Dat you, grandmar? Lemme out 2 see u!!! Chomp chomp chomp onna bars!
Helloo….
You got hairs onna hand. I groom.

I trya takea selfie, but i haz vry short arms.

Say seeeeeeeeds

Cawz i couldn’t play inna hall, grandmar got me dis. She calls it my Rolls.

An den FINALLY Momma wuz hoam! I so happy!

I like 2 visit, but i like 2 b hoam best.

A WRITING PROMPT 4 ANIMALZ: U like hoam best?

Dasha (guest)

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I was born in Louisville, Kentucky, but now live in the woods in southern Indiana. Though I only write fiction, I love to read non-fiction. The more I learn about this world, the more fantastic I see it is.

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One thought on “Guest Post: A #Chinchilla for #Caturday

  1. dan antion

    June 16, 2018 at 8:00am

    Good job Dasha – you certainly are a cutie. I take it you didn’t meet Tipper…probably a good thing.

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      Marian Allen

      June 16, 2018 at 11:23am

      They met very briefly, when Dasha was in her Rolls and Charlie didn’t close the door hard enough to latch. Tipper was interested, but didn’t get a chance to really inspect the visitor. Charlie was afraid Dasha would get stressed. I was like, “You don’t know Dasha very well. For a prey animal, this girl is freakin’ fearless!” She’s met a dog before and wasn’t stressed. She’s just like her momma always was: thinks she’s as big as anybody.

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  2. joey

    June 16, 2018 at 10:46am

    So cute! What a sweetie! I’d rather not go to hot nassy places, either!
    That selfie cracked me up!

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  3. acflory

    June 16, 2018 at 9:22pm

    Um…Hi Dasha. I guess Tipper wasn’t introduced to Dasha? Ah, nevermind. Of course not.

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      Marian Allen

      June 17, 2018 at 7:46am

      Tipper slipped in briefly. He was intrigued, as he is about everything, and Dasha wasn’t scared, ’cause she’s fearless. But Charlie was afraid Dasha would freak out and have a heart attack, so he made Tipper leave. None of my other cats have had any interest in her. I think it’s because one of a chinchilla’s few defense mechanisms is to fart, and all she eats are flowers and fruit and seeds, so all that does is cover up her scent with the smell of … flowers and fruit and seeds. Another defense is to be absolutely still, which holds no interest for Tipper. But if she had tried to run away in her Rolls, it would have been Game On!

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      • acflory

        June 17, 2018 at 8:13am

        I know they’re kind of part of the rodent family but that’s about all I know. The farting is a good trick. 🙂

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          Marian Allen

          June 17, 2018 at 1:29pm

          They’re from the high, dry Andes, so they have to be kept cool and dry. Total prey animals. Totes adorbs! Very smart. So soft, you pet her, then pet the cat, and ask the cat, “Why did you cover your coat with sandpaper?”

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