For all my good intentions, I am now the sort of person that constantly thinks about the creature in their care. I have to stop myself from talking about her all the time and I find myself doing ridiculous things like this:
It was amazing how quickly I came up with all manner of stupid names for her. “Chutters” is a favourite that evolved very naturally. “Lady Chutterley” was a little more contrived but does mean I get to refer to myself as “Lady Chutterley’s Mother”. “Hoglatini” and “Hoglantine” are two of the more bizarre but they have the added bonus of fitting quite nicely to songs from “Oklahoma!” and “Bedknobs And Broomsticks”. I saw someone else on line refer to their hedgehog as their “spikey baby”. I’m ashamed to say I now use the term as freely as if I had coined it myself.
Who would have thought?