So we have two guinea pigs, both boys who are very close (as guinea pigs tend to be when brought up together).
Unfortunately, one of them fell ill yesterday and had to be taken to the vet. To cut long story short, he had to stay in overnight so I came home minus one guinea pig.
As soon as I got in, I heard the other one ... Gary sqealing his little head off. I went in to find the cage dumped in the middle of the kitchen floor with him stood in the corner 'crying'. (The cage is usually in the living room). So I went into the living room to find DH sitting there watching TV. I asked "why is Gary in the middle of the kitchen floor??" and he snapped
"Its done nothing but fucking screech since you went out! it was doing my head in so its staying there"
So I called him a cruel bastard, took Gary out of the cage and tried to comfort him. He was obviously scared and upset and I tried to tell DH he would have made him feel worse by moving the cage (and knowing DH in a temper, he wouldn't have done it gently).
DH then started whinging that I was "playing with the fucking rat when I could be making tea" I told him to make his own ffing tea, I had to see to Gary so he went and ordered a take-away for himself.
About 20 minutes later I settled Gary back into his cage. I then said to myself and to Gary I suppose "Oh, I wonder how Plankton is getting on without you" and DH came in and shouted (quite loudly) "ITS A FUCKING RODENT".
Gary shot under his house and stayed there shivering, he has not been out since.
I am so livid, what is the point in being such an arsehole about defencless animals??