{At home.}
Though it pains me to say, Cilla the chinchilla will not be staying with us any longer. It’s been six months or perhaps a little more since we took her in and she has stolen both my heart and Louise’s too. She is one lovely ball of fluffy whiteness with silvered tips and when she runs into a room, she looks like a tiny cloud on the move or an airborne flokati rug. She trills, she rolls, she is utterly charming, charm personified. Her cheeks grow fluffier by the day and are extending outwards in comical beautiful appearance. She sleeps with her head on the keyboard and sometimes she sends emails to dear friends. NIDOSfbosaidjnsjkfmkldsvdf fdsgkjngsdf or the like, she communicates in mysterious ways. Moreover, she snores, paws tucked close to her chest. Sadly, though, Olive has not taken to her, much as we have tried. Even with their separate parts of the house and their multiple nesting spots, Olive is unhappy and stressed and so we have been slowly trying to find a good and loving home for Cilla. I wish that they could all have got along, but I am sure that many of you with pets and or those who are in the habit of adopting orphaned animals know, sometimes you cannot keep them all.
We are in the process of finding Cilla a good home. A very good home. We wouldn’t have it otherwise. She must have companionship, cuddles and love showered upon her in order that she continues her fine life of snoozing and snoring and charming (just as she is doing now beside me on the floor).
+ A recent zine now in Natsumi's hands.
