We're currently keeping a chinchilla for a family friend, who I'll refer to as Muppet Dude, because he and I share a fondness for Jim Henson's creations.
The chinchilla's name is Machias. I'm not sure how to spell that. Neither is Muppet Dude. He's never written it down. MD started out as Social Hurricane's friend, but he very quickly became a family friend and is one of those great guys you give open door and refrigerator privileges to. He's helped us out a lot over the past few years and we've become something of a second home to him.
ANYWAY, he's in the middle of some housing transitions and needed a place to park his chinchilla for awhile. Adored Wife and I are thinking, well, we're not sure about this, but this is, after all, Muppet Dude, and if he needs some help we're there for him. Social Hurricane is thinking "I will go clear some space in my room RIGHT NOW. We're getting to keep Machias!" And she gleefully boogies off and rearranges lots of things.
So SH has Machias in her room and has assumed total responsibility for his care, which I am absolutely, totally, completely cool with. Last night was his first night at our home. MD had told her that if Machias wasn't happy with something he would make some noise.
Which she had assumed would be an irritated little chittering.
But no.
Apparently about two A.M. today the fluffy, cute little chinchilla turned into Megolith, fell beast from beyond the abyss. Social Hurricane was awakened by this high-pitched, keening banshee wail. She turned on a fan, stroked him a little, and gave him a treat, and he settled back down.
This morning she told me the story. She's going to have a little talk with Muppet Dude about how he didn't properly prepare her for Machias' unhappy noise......
Hope all's well out there, friends, and God bless.
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