Meet Cheech.
If you follow me on instagram, you may already know about my little guy. He’s my pride and joy, but I’ve never formally introduced him on the blog before. So here I go: his name is Cheech, and he’s a beige chinchilla. I brought him home exactly four years ago, this month! He also happens to be quite the dandy.
But that’s enough from me. I’ll let him do the rest of the talking.
Hello internet people, I’m Cheech. Mom said I get to write a whole post about myself, but she forgets I lack opposable thumbs. (Curse you, evolution!) Anyway, she’s going to write down everything I say, and translate it from Spanish to English. (My ancestors originate from South America, you see.)
Here I am again. (This is a good photo of me, I think I’ll have to make it my profile pic.) Mom says I look like Mickey Mouse. I don’t know who that is, but I bet he’s very handsome. My whiskers are my favorite feature. They’re long and dignified, and I think they make me look very stately.
Or is my best feature my bushy tail? Hmm, I’ll have to think about this. (On a side note, I can’t believe mom took a photo of my bum. No manners!)
Some of my favorite activities include running, rebounding off things like Spiderman, eating, and taking dust baths. You humans and your water baths are very strange. How on earth do you expect water to keep your fur in tip top condition?
Mom said you guys would want to get a good look at me, so here are a few more pictures. Here I am giving you the 3/4 view. My ears look particularly becoming at this angle.
I’m mostly nocturnal (like mom), so I spend my days sleeping or just generally chinchillin’.
As for mom? She’s adequate, as far as humans go. I tolerate her. She gives a mean chin massage, though, I’ll give her that.
It’s my favorite part of the day, but don’t tell her that! Don’t want her getting all big-headed and stuff.
For treats, I enjoy it when mom gives me sunflower seeds, rose hips, raisins, and other little nibbles.
Though sometimes I refuse them on principle. Just so she knows I can’t be bought.
Other times, I’m just hungry.
While I enjoy life as a bachelor, one day I hope to meet a nice lady chinchilla, settle down, and pop out a few kits. I think it would be a shame not to pass on these stellar genes, don’t you? x
