When I started dating my Taller Half, who had friends, who had a roommate who had chinchillas, I was intrigued by how sweet his beige one seemed to be. He had 3 males, he thought, but "they're gay" because "they hump each other all the time", and one of them in particular was really darn grumpy. But in spite of wondering if he didn't maybe have a female by mistake, I even thought the gray one's attitude was endearing; might as well have some spunk if you're going to go through life small. Fast forward to Thanksgiving day 2 years ago, after Taller Half and I had been dating for about 6 months. After dinner with family, we went to visit Taller Half's friends for video game time, and being far more interested in furry critters than Wii, I walked over to the chinchilla cage, where Mario the Beige was huddled on a top shelf obviously scared to death, Luigi the (male) standard was huddled on a second shelf just as stressed, the unnamed, unwanted "gift" (female!) standard was huddled in a corner squeaking at 4 little gray things skittering around the bottom of the cage. Happy Thanksgiving!
From watching the owner's reaction to the situation, I kind of knew it wasn't going to result in a great thing for the animals. Generally speaking, a 'with it' pet owner shouldn't pace the house tearing at his hair while complaining at the top of his lungs about 'having to deal with this **** instead of do homework' when he/she finds an accidental litter. *eye roll* I spent most of my free time in college volunteering with a county humane society; neglectful and abusive pet owners really irritate me, and since Taller Half had been thinking of getting a rabbit, we talked over adopting one of the chinchilla kits instead, and started doing research about the differences and similarities, how to keep them, what to feed, etc..
A couple of weeks later, we found out one of the kits had died because he got out of their cage and was stepped on. Of the 3 remaining, one was a male, and knowing that the adult males were already bonded, we decided to bring the other little boy home with us, in hopes that the owner would leave the female kits with their mother and just keep 2 cages (which, thankfully, he did). As part of that research, while I coached the owner via email about how to keep the litter, we paid a visit to ForCHINate Chins in Cleveland for experienced advice about what a *good* chinchilla owner should (and shouldn't) do. Then, Cervantes came home with us around Valentines day, and he's been running our lives ever since.