There is not another pet on the planet that would have tempted me out of my reluctance to have inside pets. Especially after the gruesome way the kids' pet mice met their demise. But when I was 10 or 11, I wanted a chinchilla. Don't ask me how I even knew about them back then. I even wrote a picture book about them for a school assignment. It was a really stupid book. Anyway. . .
When I learned that Katy's mother-in-law had two chinchillas, with all the supplies, looking for a good home. I knew what I wanted for my birthday this year.
The kids were ecstatic! Casey, not so much. But, nicely, he hasn't complained.
They spend most of their time in their cage but we let them out once a day for play time in Underland, the room below our basement stairs. Lissa is their favorite person because she spends the most time with them. I'm a close second.
They are the softest creatures in the world, which is why they were hunted almost to extinction for fur coats. They don't like to be held or to snuggle, but they are very curious and will hop up and walk all over you if you sit down and hold still. They also seem to like it if you talk to them. Lissa can get them to give her a high five. Well, a pretty low five.
If you want to come see them, play time is late afternoon to evening. You should put it on your bucket list.
