Pumpkin's Portly Peace

Pumpkin was perfectly named. An orange roan guinea pig with a stout, round body, he resembled his namesake vegetable. His movement was a slow, deliberate waddle. His philosophy was simple: eat, sleep, be petted. He rarely popcorned or zoomied; his excitement was expressed through a deep, contented purr and a slight wiggle when he saw his favorite greens. He was a lap guinea pig par excellence, happy to sit for an hour, a warm, heavy, purring blanket. His presence lowered blood pressure. His cage was less a playground and more a dining room/bedroom suite, and he was its satisfied, rotund proprietor.