A friend called me one day to tell me that his neighbors—dumpster-divers by vocation—had made an unusual find in the course of their scavenging. They took the unidentified animal home, only to have their cat declare “Either it goes—or I go.” Naturally I dashed right over, carrier strapped to the back of my bike, to collect the poor throwaway. (No, dear reader, a guinea pig cannot climb into a dumpster by itself. Rats, mice, opossums, raccoons—yes. Guinea pigs—no.)
For the rest of the story, see Peas in a Pod.