I love my guinea pig. Especially his little punk splotch of orange hair. Hopefully I'll get a better picture of it someday.
His name is Quiqui, after the noise he makes when he's hungry.
He came out of nowhere, several years ago (actually, he's way older than he's supposed to be) on Easter. He was hiding in our bushes, so scared and skittish it took us several days to get him. He was very belligerent and escape-prone for awhile, but now if you take him out of his cage and leave him alone he'll run back in at his first opportunity. It's his home.