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| A word of
explanation, perhaps, for these next shots: in October 2001, I
adopted a pair of chinchillas. The mother, Hannah, is pictured
here on the left; her daughter, Zoe, on the right. They don't
really fit in this photo gallery, which I'd intended to fill with
pictures of people; nor do they exactly fit in the rat page (though
the species is closer); nor did I want to create a chinchilla
page. There is a limit to my madness. But I wanted
to document their presence in my life and say that, with love and
attention, they can make excellent pets. When I first adopted
them, their previous owner had ignored them--not maltreated, but
ignored, though sometimes I wonder if there's a difference--and they
were very skittish, very hesitant. They didn't like to be
touched, much less held. After working with them persistently,
they grew to be very loving, though they still haven't learned that
humans don't make tasty snacks. A joke I read somewhere:
How do you know you have a pet chinchilla? It thinks the entire
world is edible! And, with that:
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Zoe:

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