She said she saved the cutest one for me because she could tell Mr. Ashley was nice (so it's a good thing he called and I didn't) and as you can see, Reggie Stuart might be the cutest hedgehog on the entire planet.
Here is Pearl meeting Reggie. Pearl is my truest love ever. She loves me consistently, persistently, unflinchingly--demanding only a warm lap to sit on and barely anything else ever. Every night once the kids have gone to bed, she likes to sit in my lap. If I wave her away, she'll make a bitchy noise and just find a way to make room for herself on or around me. She won't take no for an answer. She purrs whenever she is near me. She likes to sleep on my chest at night and if I rebel and sleep on my side, she'll perch awkwardly on my hip. I fantasize about a deserted island with internet access, a library and Pearl and I. Unfortunately, her little kitty nose is all out of joint about Reggie. She was fine when he was in the box, but once she went to get in my lap and encountered him there, she sniffed him cautiously, recoiled in horror and looked at me like, "WTF?" before stalking off to another room.
She'll have to get over it though because I love him. Big time. Mr. Ashley does too and he was all anti-hedgehog up until yesterday. He made him a man cave out of a Heineken box and has held him a lot. I really do think he may be one of the cutest, funniest animals ever.
P.S. Reggie smells like a goat because he spent the day riding around Florida in an SUV full of hamsters, other hedgehogs, and 2 dogs, with a goat in the back. Goat smell permeates in an enclosed space, I guess. So, I'll be attempting a hedgehog bath tomorrow.