And I came across a site that made my jaw drop. It is not for the squeamish or tenderhearted. I didn't think I was either til I saw the section on the preparation and cooking of feline, which made me glad I hadn't eaten anything yet. This is the second time in a week that I've found boundaries I didn't know I had, and I'm not saying anything
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I also just found out this week that my boss used to breed and raise show cavies (that's how I discovered that "cavy" was another word for guinea pig). She raised Peruvians, which are basically mops without the handles or else squat, flat little Cousin Its, and my other boss, her son, regaled me with stories of how she would wrap the pigs' hair up in curlers. She countered that it wasn't curlers she used, it was merely paper wraps and bobby pins, to keep the hair out of the way so the pig wouldn't chew on it and eat it off.
And when I was in my preteens, my best friend had a laugh that sounded exactly like a guinea pig squealing. When I'd tell her that, she'd just laugh even harder, uncontrollably.
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