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Dear Funsters,
While mom was having fun with Edwin and Taj was having fun with Raj and EVERYBODY was eating treats but MEEEEEEEEEE, we took a 2 day break from the Owl Box so we could pay attention to each other over the
holiday...and we missed a lot!
So, from Molly's Blog to ours, to you, dear readers, here are gorgeous photographs of the 4 little owlies all grown up and ready to be BIG, except for lil'Wesley, who prefers pretending he can't fly so Molly, McGee AND (we think) his brothers and sisters bring him food and he has room service nightly.
How much longer they gonna put up with dat? 'Specially because I CAN'T FLY and am I getting served?
HAY! BIG WOO.
TIMOTHY HAY does not equal a Memorial Day picnic for YumYum. Me sad. Me wanna fly now so...
What? The owls eat WWWWWWWWWHHHHHHAAAAAAAAT?!
OH HEAVENS!
MOM!? i love you!
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PandaPig's First Smile!
Monday, May 31, 2010
Sunday, May 30, 2010
TAJ HIDING IN PREPARATION FOR FOOD FIGHT...
O.K. now, nobody gonna look for me here between the piggieTent and the nightstand,because Raj expects me to hide under the nightstand so when mom brings in the organic
romaine lettuce where will I be? In a place so hidden it'll be TOO hidden and he'll get it
first. But me too smart for that! Gonna LURK, not hide, that's right, lurk, right here!
This here is by the door so mom will see me and greet me lovingly which will alert Raj
but, who cares, 'cause she'll see ME first 'cause I'll only be lurking, not hiding, and bet
Raj will be hiding, so she'll see me and I'll GET IT and
I gonna KEEP THAT LETTUCE, ain't sharing none of it with that Raj, just thinks 'cause
he so pretty he gonna eat my lettuce, rightfully mine, but not gonna happen, he pretty
but me the smart one, so...gotta go, getting ready!
sssshhhhhhhhh!
bye.
RAJ DISAPPEARS INTO HIDING TO CONTEMPLATE HIS FOOD-FIGHT STRATEGY!
Gonna hide, gonna crawl in here and think about things, really think good, really gonna hide and think and plan and gonna get that food when mom comes, gonna get it from Taj and eat it all up MYSELF! gonna give this a lot of careful preparation, gonna take that lettuce, watch me SNATCH IT 'cause i crawled in here to think, think about snatching, yeah, that's IT!
STEALTH & SNATCH! yeah, crawlin' in here to think and plan best strategy for stealthy lettuce-snatching....yeah....wheek!
sssssssshhhhhhhhhhhh, quiet wheek. hiding, remember?
METHINKS MY MOMENT HATH COME FOR FOOD FIGHTIN'
HHHHMMMMMmmmmmm, waiting......waiting............waiting...............any minute now, any minute.....reADY?
MAHAL FOOD FIGHT #2: AND THE WINNER IS...?!
Gonna GET That, NO you're NOT< YES I AM! wwwwwwwwwwhhhhhhhEeEeEkk! MINE,ALL MINE!
Saturday, May 29, 2010
YUM-YUM HERE!
Dear Readers, Friends, Family, and Countrymen and Countrywomen, and members of the Grand Court,
It hath been decreed that a hay-only diet maketh YumYum funny looking in his picture.
It hath been decreed that YumYum get nice, sweet, fresh treats. STAT!
On the other hand, it hath also been decreed that whatever is in that Vitamin C supplement mom put in
my water be given in greater quantities and frequency: Happy Juice! mom gave the Mahals some and
they got drunk, seriously. Raj drank and drank until Taj literally pushed him! Then he came back and
pushed Taj and drank some more! Then they sang until dawn, keeping us all up...
speaking of me,
You think this a funny picture? Because it is only part of me...the part that gets hay...the part not getting
hay refused to be photographed as part of nonviolent civil rights protests of Cavies Without Veggies (CWtV's)
established back in May 29, 2010.
Mom attended the MOD picnic by way of USTREAM and realized that the TWITTERers (her group) are
very, very different from the Social Stream Chat people (the "Others") and the TWITTER commentary made
her laugh so hard she nearly----
(EDITOR: YUM-YUM?!)
She nearly had to, uh, uh, do sumpin' else. bye, gotta go, edwin comin' and all, bye!
Friday, May 28, 2010
YUM-YUM HERE: I AM SICK TODAY
Mom had to rush me to see Dr. Berry up in Lynden yesterday and he i am in the early stages of something unmentionable
(because i have high journalistic standards, even if i am sick) and all mom can feed me is HAY! and a Vit. C supplement
i won't eat so she is going to try some in my sippy water bottle. only hay, a blogger cannot be creative on only hay, so until
someone sees fit to treat me like the magnificent speciment of a Cavy that i am (i.e. fresh treats of the colorful, organic,
juicy kind) i am turning the blog over to Taj, who thinks this is actually a radio show for National Public Radio, hee-hee.
I may be sick but I am still YUM-YUM AND I WILL PUNK WHOMSOEVER DARES TO TAKE MY JOB WHILE MY
SICK LEAVE CONTINUES... if that sentence does not make sense, watch me NOT care. if i misspelled words today, watch me look at you and NOT CARE. if -
(EDITOR: "SWEETHEART, YOU ARE DISPLAYING AN ATTITUDE ONLINE, CAN WE BE NICE EVEN WHEN WE ARE GRUMPY? YOU ARE, AFTER ALL, EDITOR-IN-CHIEF OF PANDA-PIG'S BLOG AND HE AND I WOULD BOTH PREFER YOU BE GENTLER, THANKS, DEAR.)
mom...mom...GIVE ME WHEATGRASS! STAT! OTHERWISE, SHUT YOUR SELF-RIGHTEOUS
PIE-HOLE!
(EDITOR: well, guess what is, is. we shall allow Yum-Yum to be himself, freedom of squeaks, and all.)
love you but hungry and slighty grumpy since both Mahals enjoyed wheatgrass, acting like it was ok if I didn't...
Yummy OUT!
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Dear Readers,
Taj Mahal here. Is the mic on? Can you hear me now? Testing one, two...wheeek!WWWWHEEEEK!
(EDITOR: "Sweetheart, you type, this is not National Public Radio, try putting your toes on the keyboard.")
Thanks, mom.
aweqo4970hbn rufnDS?;"dU407NLKAWD;o4mllma//?
(EDITOR: "Sweetheart, no you don't jump and popcorn all over the keyboard, you type a warm welcome.")
o. dear Readers,
WARM WELCOME SO WARM IT IS HOT, HOT, HOT, LET'S DANCE! WHEEEEEK! WHEEE-
(Editor: sigh, and we make just a wee effort to make sense of life, Raj, just a wee effort?)
but mom, I'm TAJ, not RAJ, YOU CAN'T GET MY NAME RIGHT. oh dear, oh dear, oh dear...
weeeeee weeeeeee WWWWWWWWWW EEEEEEEEE effort, OK! Let's PARTAY ON, PIGS -
ok, ok:
Dear Readers, (mom, uyo ok wid ThisWHAT HERE is it?)
YumYum is sick and was rushed to the vet yesterday and can now only eat hay and he wants our food but mom caught it in time and he probably has an obstruction in his little runty tummy which the hay should remove and maybe a Vit. C deficiency since he doesn't eat his fortified guinea pig pellets like we do...today he already has
improved and mom is SO HAPPY.
She rarely drives anymore, but when mom goes to a doctor's apt.and it is time to go home, she has been
driving back to Scudder Pond, only to remember we don't live there anymore...and it has turned so green!
She thinks her soul
got
left behind in the move and is still there,
calling us back "home" and we must be patient and appreciate and accept that where we now live is home. Actually, not a problem for us piggin's because a cage is a cage, wherever you put it!
Also, mom has been watching the last of Molly's owlets fledge with massive dedication and TWITTERING along with all her new friends she will never meet. She has apparently attracted the attention of some who are now following her TWEETS, whatever that means, and when she looked on their bios they range from zombie lovers to Lawrence Welk fans. We really think it's time for mom to let the big birds fly away and stop all the TWITTERING because it makes her headaches much, much worse and lots of people are following us
but we really don't understand why. She said this weekend's Live Broadcast USTREAM of the MOD picnic will be the end of it all because the owlets are all "out of the box" and she just wants to see the faces of all the friends she made on the site, if they wear name tags with their TWITTER names like they are supposed to.
All of them say they look like Raquel Welch in real life...also, GET THIS: Paris Hilton gets on the TWITTER and just insults the MODS who then emerge with enthusiasm teasing her and pointing out that she even misspells the words she uses to insult them! Being insulted brings out a lot of Chaotic Creativity amongst MODS and Paris brings out the funniest TWEETS! Maybe she got her own fan site confused with Molly's Owl Box, we don't know, but she sure gets "jumped on" with every misspelled insult she hurls at the MODS!
WHAT FUN! In a sad way. Because most of the MODS are actually very loving, caring folks...just they act like Yum-Yum when Paris gets on and says stupid stuff. So, Paris, if you read this, how about being nice and they will be nice back and welcome you to the site? Or not. We want a peaceful, verdant world...is that too much to ask?
That was a lot. I don't know how the other writers can blog such long philosophical blah, blah, blahs, I just want to eat and then take my morning nap with Raj. G'morning and g'night, all.
Love,
Taj Mahal, or (as mom now calls me) "Little Brown"
Dear Readers,
Taj Mahal here. Is the mic on? Can you hear me now? Testing one, two...wheeek!WWWWHEEEEK!
(EDITOR: "Sweetheart, you type, this is not National Public Radio, try putting your toes on the keyboard.")
Thanks, mom.
aweqo4970hbn rufnDS?;"dU407NLKAWD;o4mllma//?
(EDITOR: "Sweetheart, no you don't jump and popcorn all over the keyboard, you type a warm welcome.")
o. dear Readers,
WARM WELCOME SO WARM IT IS HOT, HOT, HOT, LET'S DANCE! WHEEEEEK! WHEEE-
(Editor: sigh, and we make just a wee effort to make sense of life, Raj, just a wee effort?)
but mom, I'm TAJ, not RAJ, YOU CAN'T GET MY NAME RIGHT. oh dear, oh dear, oh dear...
weeeeee weeeeeee WWWWWWWWWW EEEEEEEEE effort, OK! Let's PARTAY ON, PIGS -
ok, ok:
Dear Readers, (mom, uyo ok wid ThisWHAT HERE is it?)
YumYum is sick and was rushed to the vet yesterday and can now only eat hay and he wants our food but mom caught it in time and he probably has an obstruction in his little runty tummy which the hay should remove and maybe a Vit. C deficiency since he doesn't eat his fortified guinea pig pellets like we do...today he already has
improved and mom is SO HAPPY.
She rarely drives anymore, but when mom goes to a doctor's apt.and it is time to go home, she has been
driving back to Scudder Pond, only to remember we don't live there anymore...and it has turned so green!
She thinks her soul
got
left behind in the move and is still there,
calling us back "home" and we must be patient and appreciate and accept that where we now live is home. Actually, not a problem for us piggin's because a cage is a cage, wherever you put it!
Also, mom has been watching the last of Molly's owlets fledge with massive dedication and TWITTERING along with all her new friends she will never meet. She has apparently attracted the attention of some who are now following her TWEETS, whatever that means, and when she looked on their bios they range from zombie lovers to Lawrence Welk fans. We really think it's time for mom to let the big birds fly away and stop all the TWITTERING because it makes her headaches much, much worse and lots of people are following us
but we really don't understand why. She said this weekend's Live Broadcast USTREAM of the MOD picnic will be the end of it all because the owlets are all "out of the box" and she just wants to see the faces of all the friends she made on the site, if they wear name tags with their TWITTER names like they are supposed to.
All of them say they look like Raquel Welch in real life...also, GET THIS: Paris Hilton gets on the TWITTER and just insults the MODS who then emerge with enthusiasm teasing her and pointing out that she even misspells the words she uses to insult them! Being insulted brings out a lot of Chaotic Creativity amongst MODS and Paris brings out the funniest TWEETS! Maybe she got her own fan site confused with Molly's Owl Box, we don't know, but she sure gets "jumped on" with every misspelled insult she hurls at the MODS!
WHAT FUN! In a sad way. Because most of the MODS are actually very loving, caring folks...just they act like Yum-Yum when Paris gets on and says stupid stuff. So, Paris, if you read this, how about being nice and they will be nice back and welcome you to the site? Or not. We want a peaceful, verdant world...is that too much to ask?
That was a lot. I don't know how the other writers can blog such long philosophical blah, blah, blahs, I just want to eat and then take my morning nap with Raj. G'morning and g'night, all.
Love,
Taj Mahal, or (as mom now calls me) "Little Brown"
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
HIDING A LITTLE TEAR
if you watched this YOUTUBE video of my baby owls, you'd understand if i need to take a moment to...take a moment.
OWLETS INSPIRED BY RAJ AND TAJ TO HAVE A FOOD FIGHT!
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Monday, May 24, 2010
BABY PUDU, WE LOVE YOU
How do you do, pudu? | Greenwood-Phinney News
When mom worked/volunteered at Woodland Park Zoo in Seattle, she and Edwin loved it when a baby pudu was born! Well, good news, guys, we got ourselves a New PUDU!
Congratulations, world! We are now a better place because we have a new baby pudu on our big, blue puduPlanet!
When mom worked/volunteered at Woodland Park Zoo in Seattle, she and Edwin loved it when a baby pudu was born! Well, good news, guys, we got ourselves a New PUDU!
Congratulations, world! We are now a better place because we have a new baby pudu on our big, blue puduPlanet!
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Hi All,
YumYum here confronting a major journalistic decision:
While conflicted about sharing the joy of our owlies becoming independent
by sharing these stark (some cavies might say gruesome) images of what hunting entails,
we have chosen to offer our readers the option to:
1. look
2. not look
at this phase of the owlets' fledging...they are proving themselves capable hunters already,
so we celebrate skills that will enable them to survive once they leave their owl box forever.
sniffle, sniffle. Except nobody too sure about 'lil Wes, yet...
On the other hand, we wee, bitty guinea pigs don't want to be outside, ever, and we mean
NEVER
AS IN NEVER-EVER!
'Tis a paradox of nature, truly. And one few guinea pigs experience philosophically or existentially.
Most parts of the world consider us prey (if they are animals) or dinner (if they are people.)
That PandaPigSanctuary is a big, happy family where we are loved, played with, fed with glee,
and CHERISHED for BEING GUINEA PIGs is statistically a rare experience (globally) for cavies...
Guinea Pigs are wonderful! We have so much personality: we are full of love, affection, humor,
joy, express highly complex language skills, game-playing imagination, and love pranking mom and each
other!
We are Mystical Rodents with an acute, conscious awareness of the world around and within us.
Seriously.
We can be contemplative and meditative when not eating, playing, sleeping, or talking about
mom behind her back.
ooh, ooh! Our Fave game is playing: "What's the funniest thing mom did recently?"
Choose only one:
#1. Dumped our dirty poo & pee into a big, black garbage bag containing her favorite camping gear
instead of trash
#2. Stumbling into a closed door on her way to kitchen in the middle of night, then saying naughty words
we aren't allowed to say or supposed to hear
#3. Tried to pick up one of the Mahals by holding out a treat THEN having aforementioned treat
snatched and rapidly re-deployed by snatcher into Pigloo while the rest of us giggled silently
into our fur while assuming sympathetic expressions, i. e. "Oh, mom, we feel your pain." (hee-hee)
#4. Mom announcing that the litter we scattered all over the floor the night before is the reason she cannot
place her yoga mat down and it's all our fault she can't exercise; while falling back asleep mid-sentence
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"All Beings are special," mom announces, "And we should never eat one another, always be kind."
and...yet... while mom, the Mahals, and I played "Last Buddha Standing" last night
we concurrently got GLUED to the screen during our owlets "First Hunt," especially when one
actually took his mousy in to share with 'Lil Wes, the owl someone is making inflatable wings for.
YOU KNOW WE HAVE BIG QUESTIONS INSIDE OUR LITTLE BRAINS.
YOU KNOW WHAT THOSE QUESTIONS ARE.
YOU KNOW THAT MOM LIKES POPCORN so we encouraged her to make some instead
of contemplating aforementioned questions. She turned off "FLEDGE WATCH" then fell right to sleep.
and we vowed never to let Big Questions crowd our little brains ever again.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
PLAYBILL
Plato's Part has been performed by YumYum during this evening's performance of: "What Is The
Meaning of Life" and we thank you for attending.
Hi All,
YumYum here confronting a major journalistic decision:
While conflicted about sharing the joy of our owlies becoming independent
by sharing these stark (some cavies might say gruesome) images of what hunting entails,
we have chosen to offer our readers the option to:
1. look
2. not look
at this phase of the owlets' fledging...they are proving themselves capable hunters already,
so we celebrate skills that will enable them to survive once they leave their owl box forever.
sniffle, sniffle. Except nobody too sure about 'lil Wes, yet...
On the other hand, we wee, bitty guinea pigs don't want to be outside, ever, and we mean
NEVER
AS IN NEVER-EVER!
'Tis a paradox of nature, truly. And one few guinea pigs experience philosophically or existentially.
Most parts of the world consider us prey (if they are animals) or dinner (if they are people.)
That PandaPigSanctuary is a big, happy family where we are loved, played with, fed with glee,
and CHERISHED for BEING GUINEA PIGs is statistically a rare experience (globally) for cavies...
Guinea Pigs are wonderful! We have so much personality: we are full of love, affection, humor,
joy, express highly complex language skills, game-playing imagination, and love pranking mom and each
other!
We are Mystical Rodents with an acute, conscious awareness of the world around and within us.
Seriously.
We can be contemplative and meditative when not eating, playing, sleeping, or talking about
mom behind her back.
ooh, ooh! Our Fave game is playing: "What's the funniest thing mom did recently?"
Choose only one:
#1. Dumped our dirty poo & pee into a big, black garbage bag containing her favorite camping gear
instead of trash
#2. Stumbling into a closed door on her way to kitchen in the middle of night, then saying naughty words
we aren't allowed to say or supposed to hear
#3. Tried to pick up one of the Mahals by holding out a treat THEN having aforementioned treat
snatched and rapidly re-deployed by snatcher into Pigloo while the rest of us giggled silently
into our fur while assuming sympathetic expressions, i. e. "Oh, mom, we feel your pain." (hee-hee)
#4. Mom announcing that the litter we scattered all over the floor the night before is the reason she cannot
place her yoga mat down and it's all our fault she can't exercise; while falling back asleep mid-sentence
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"All Beings are special," mom announces, "And we should never eat one another, always be kind."
and...yet... while mom, the Mahals, and I played "Last Buddha Standing" last night
we concurrently got GLUED to the screen during our owlets "First Hunt," especially when one
actually took his mousy in to share with 'Lil Wes, the owl someone is making inflatable wings for.
YOU KNOW WE HAVE BIG QUESTIONS INSIDE OUR LITTLE BRAINS.
YOU KNOW WHAT THOSE QUESTIONS ARE.
YOU KNOW THAT MOM LIKES POPCORN so we encouraged her to make some instead
of contemplating aforementioned questions. She turned off "FLEDGE WATCH" then fell right to sleep.
and we vowed never to let Big Questions crowd our little brains ever again.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
PLAYBILL
Plato's Part has been performed by YumYum during this evening's performance of: "What Is The
Meaning of Life" and we thank you for attending.
GOOD MORNING, DEAR READERS!
A very good Monday morning and a tip 'o the hat to ya's! Yes, it's more pics of the owlets and MOD news because this is probably the last week of fledging and we want you to be there with us as we wistfully watch our lil owlets fly the coop!
Also, Edwin is coming for the holiday weekend and we'll be busy! Mom asks him over and over not to do this, but he has
learned the "Wheeking" sound and that it gets us all Wheeking loudly with him, skittering to and fro in anticipation of
fresh treats, our litter scattering all over the newly vacuumed floor! We really love it when Edwin is here, because then
she finds HIM annoying instead of us!
She says, "EDWIN! I asked you not to get them all like that!" and he says, "But I'm Edwin!" then he gives us our treats
and promises to come back once mom least expects it. We all Wheek loudly and he always rewards our bad behavior!
Now THAT'S somebody we can relate to!
So, this will be Molly's Owl Box week, then EdwinBad Weekend, then, who knows? Parades? Street Revivals about
being saved by rappers on Saturday nights? (Yes, we think that is weekly, thank goodness our apartment faces the
opposite side) and more parades and art celebrations and fun, loud, littleCity of Bellingham stuff. We are slowly
growing to enjoy the oddity of urban life. Mom turns to us now for solace, instead of gazing out at the marsh, the hills,
the enlarging beaver lodge, the eagle's nest: It's all about US now! And she appreciates us so much more since we are
now her "nature fix" so more treats. In fact, she has started mini garden hot-boxes to speed up the rate of our wheat
grass crops!
Yes, it's the good life here at PandaPigSanctuary, with the exception of still grieving for Panda and Bear. We miss them.
So, it's up to the Mahals to cheer us up, so read on and discover just how bad they really are! And that cheers ME up!
love,
your favorite guinea pig in the world, the Universe, and throughout every Dimension in Creation,
humble YumYum
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Dear Readers,
Greetings,
Mom has turned us all into MODS now...how do we know? Because last night the owlets conducted their first successful hunt, and when one of them took a (we did not watch this part) headless mouse into the OwlBox to share with fuzzy, little bro, Wesley, who hasn't even hopped out yet, we were so proud of them for sharing.
Do we share with one another?
HAVE YOU MET US?
You should see the Mahals snatch food right out of each others' mouths WHILE the other one is eating!
They are absolutely incorrigible! I watch from my perch atop the loft, sitting supremely upon my ferret
sleeping bag, observing their "sharing" and am appalled!
(so it makes me giggle...they're so bad that mom thinks I'M THE "GOOD ONE" NOW, can you believe THAT?)
YUP! Despite the three "tattoos" (NOTE FROM EDITOR: scars) that mom wears proudly on her right
hand, she now considers ME, YUM-YUM, the "good pig" and....hee-hee
hee-heee-hee, i just have to WHHHHEEEEEEkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk! that's so funny and surprising!
Watching the OwlBox has given me GoodPig status, so if we have all become MODS, I'm all for it,
until/unless/if anyone flies by with a kitten in talons, then (and mom agrees) WE ARE DONE!
so far, only wabbits, gophers, mice, and we don't watch, we just TWITTER our pretty little selves
all over the place.
mom said she knew we'd become MODS once we began referring to our toenails as talons!
TALONS WE HAVE!
mom not well, so off to make her laugh now with my abundance of "goodness"
(not well, and deluded!)
i am seriously considering a name change from YumYum to Captain Jack Sparrow.
but then it would take a long time to say good bye to all of you dear readers and friends,
Love,
capt. jack sparrow aka YumYum (yeah, too long)
YUM-YUM OUT!
Dear Readers,
Greetings,
Mom has turned us all into MODS now...how do we know? Because last night the owlets conducted their first successful hunt, and when one of them took a (we did not watch this part) headless mouse into the OwlBox to share with fuzzy, little bro, Wesley, who hasn't even hopped out yet, we were so proud of them for sharing.
Do we share with one another?
HAVE YOU MET US?
You should see the Mahals snatch food right out of each others' mouths WHILE the other one is eating!
They are absolutely incorrigible! I watch from my perch atop the loft, sitting supremely upon my ferret
sleeping bag, observing their "sharing" and am appalled!
(so it makes me giggle...they're so bad that mom thinks I'M THE "GOOD ONE" NOW, can you believe THAT?)
YUP! Despite the three "tattoos" (NOTE FROM EDITOR: scars) that mom wears proudly on her right
hand, she now considers ME, YUM-YUM, the "good pig" and....hee-hee
hee-heee-hee, i just have to WHHHHEEEEEEkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk! that's so funny and surprising!
Watching the OwlBox has given me GoodPig status, so if we have all become MODS, I'm all for it,
until/unless/if anyone flies by with a kitten in talons, then (and mom agrees) WE ARE DONE!
so far, only wabbits, gophers, mice, and we don't watch, we just TWITTER our pretty little selves
all over the place.
mom said she knew we'd become MODS once we began referring to our toenails as talons!
TALONS WE HAVE!
mom not well, so off to make her laugh now with my abundance of "goodness"
(not well, and deluded!)
i am seriously considering a name change from YumYum to Captain Jack Sparrow.
but then it would take a long time to say good bye to all of you dear readers and friends,
Love,
capt. jack sparrow aka YumYum (yeah, too long)
YUM-YUM OUT!
Saturday, May 22, 2010
TAJ MAHAL WARMING UP HIS VOCAL CHORDS IN CASE BREAKFAST IS LATE
Please join us to learn more about Taj Mahal's remarkable gift for "The Guinea Pig Shriek" in the next post.
We have already issued our first "Wake up and feed us now, mom!" polite request for breakfast, but Taj doesn't see the bedroom door opening, so he's warming up his operatic voice
in case mom engages in "Non-Compliant" behavior (i.e. languishing in bed instead of jumping up to feed us...)
You think we have little brains, don't you?
They may be little, but we are crafty wee ones, so never underestimate a guinea pig's willingness to be wiley!
Mom did.
Once.
A long time ago.
Not any more...
MOM, IS THAT A REAL PARADE OUT OUR WINDOW?!
Dear Readers,As you can see, we are not on Scudder Pond anymore. Last night we
"enjoyed" a live Parade right out our west-facing big picture window!
And, out of our south-facing picture window we enjoyed our neighbors
out on the deck walkways also "enjoying" the Parade.
It was the junior "Ski to Sea Parade." Next week will be THE EVEN BIGGER, WAY L.O.U.D.E.R. adult parade. Edwin was in it once, with the speedskating float.
We are rapidly becoming veteran "Pigs In The City" with more parades to come since all Bellinghamsters
do throughout our very, way-too-short summers is hold festivals, parades, races: anything and everything outdoors! Involving beer, always with the beer. We only drink water out our sippy bottles, and the hardest thing mom drinks is an Odwalla protein shake. Bellinghamsters know there is a very short window of sunlight during which to party, so summer is always full of downtown excitement. And we, apparently, have season tickets for front-row box seats right here in our own living room! OOOhhhhh, makes us want to scamper and shout "Yahoooooo!" before begging mom for wheatgrass with loud, high-pitched (Taj, Holy !#%?)
shrieks of "WWWWWhhhhhhhhhhhhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeK!" Taj is a soprano, and if mom isn't right on it,
he'll scream up a high C note that could break a glass bottle and pop out your eardrums...we love it!
Watch mom scamper once Taj escalates his shrieks, from a middle-C warning to the ear-splitting sound
of a space ship tearing through the sound barrier in our own kitchen. Never met a high soprano before Taj.
Mom copes by staying tuned to Molly's Owl Box, where she learned to
TWITTER...unfortunately, she recently discovered that numerous Zombie fans and sites (whose names we refuse to allow here, they are dreadful!) are now following her on TWITTER. Ever since her authoritative sermon about Zombies (plagiarized entirely from an NPR interview with the originator of B&W zombie movies) mom has been attracting zombie fans following her on TWITTER...hmmmmm?!
It's just odd to us, because mom has also joined MODS in discussions on numerous other topics...and, yet, the only ones devoted to hanging on her every word are Zombies...oh, and the one Bengals football team
fanster who thought (when MODS were describing their Bengal cats) that mom was also a rabid Bengals fan (the football team, not the cats.) She seems only to attract...how can we say this politely, let's see? Oh, we can't, so we won't: other to imply her followers are probably not folks we would ever invite over for Odwallas. E.V.E.R.
(NOTE FROM EDITOR: Tragically, this is true.)
Is that good? We don't analyze the news, just report it. Even if it gets weirder by the day! Which, and trust me on this: IT DOES...is mom morphing into a moron? Stay tuned, dear reader, because we are all eager to find out! Oops, gotta run! Mom coming now to check into Molly's Owl Box pre-Dusk TWITTER fest.
YumYum has left the building!
(NOTE FROM EDITOR: no, he hasn't; YumYum is hopping up and down in his brightly colored ferret sleeping bag, which seems an odd place to hop, but who are we to judge a cavy's choice of hoppy places?!!)
As long as he never hops away, we are happy! Even if the city has turned mom into a moron!
Friday, May 21, 2010
SAN MARCOS: Owlets test their wings in preparation for departure
SAN MARCOS: Owlets test their wings in preparation for departure
All us piggies and mom already having "empty nest" feelings...we have become accustomed to the owlsies'
hissing and hopping and bopping and flopping but now that they are flying, all but Wes, we are
starting to want to fly, too.
mom, can guinea pigs fly?
"no, dear."
"MOM!"
All us piggies and mom already having "empty nest" feelings...we have become accustomed to the owlsies'
hissing and hopping and bopping and flopping but now that they are flying, all but Wes, we are
starting to want to fly, too.
mom, can guinea pigs fly?
"no, dear."
"MOM!"
WOWL, IT WAS A DARK AND OWLY NIGHT!
BLOG « Molly's Box
Poem by Taj Mahal,
inspired by Molly's Owl Box last night:
"Twas a Dark and Owly Night"
by Taj Mahal, guinea pig poet, please enjoy:
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"i spy with my little eye
three fuzzy-wuzzies all up High:
we hop, we flap, we even FLY -
hope you can feel us kiss the SKY!"
(EDITOR'S NOTE: THIS IS TAJ'S FIRST POEM.)
while writing this poem, YumYum encouraged Taj by hopping up and down inside his sleeping bag.
we feel it really helped.
Poem by Taj Mahal,
inspired by Molly's Owl Box last night:
"Twas a Dark and Owly Night"
by Taj Mahal, guinea pig poet, please enjoy:
*********************************
"i spy with my little eye
three fuzzy-wuzzies all up High:
we hop, we flap, we even FLY -
hope you can feel us kiss the SKY!"
(EDITOR'S NOTE: THIS IS TAJ'S FIRST POEM.)
while writing this poem, YumYum encouraged Taj by hopping up and down inside his sleeping bag.
we feel it really helped.
WHEN WE LOOK DOWN AT FRONT GATE
Dear Readers,
From our floor up in the stratosphere extends a deck from which we can look straight down at our front gate.
This is what we see.
It is very different from what we are used to seeing.
So, mainly we look up.
At the sky.
Which is the same sky we are used to seeing, full of clouds wafting overhead teasing us with their Power to rain,
hail, snow, drop ice pellets, or simply drift off and leave the Sun Shining liquid Happiness through our many
windows! We have South West facing windows, so when the Clouds have Mercy, Liquid Sunshine pours through
them to brighten our day (and mom's mood!) with Holy Bright Light!
For some reason, the Clouds have been mischievous this spring and are pretending it is November instead of May.
We may need to face them up-close-and-personal to politely request they respect the season, since our summers
are only three months long to begin with...and spring (not to mention summer!) seems not yet to have begun.
So, clouds, we are asking politely...please, please go away and come back on another day, like next year, OK?
Respectfully Yours,
Yum, Raj and Taj Mahal
p.s. we aren't kidding!
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HOLY WOWL! LAST NIGHT WAS A THREE-FOR-ALL!
Dear Readers,
Now all 3 of us pigulas are as addicted to Molly's Owl Box as mom (just took awhile to realize they were not going to eat us because we have such acute senses and at first thought they were in the new apartment)
And last night, Austin, owlet #3 just TOOK OFF! Surprised us all, no hesitation, no hop-flapping, noooo
WORRIES: to quote our Jimi Hendrix, Austin just sang:
"'Scuse me, while I touch the sky..." and simply took off...and then disappeared below the screen so
all the MODS absolutely freaked out and we thought they were funny: humans!
No faith in us, whatsoever. We have instincts, people, we were born to KNOW THINGS! Or taught by mom, dad, and each other, especially in a herd we teach each other how to scatter litter OUT THE BOX during our frantic NASCAR race-chases and suchlike games. Mom had to get a lightweight vacuum we got so good at
our LitterScatterGame! In fact, she was so tired of sleeping with it in her bed, she moved us into the living room...MOM!
back to Molly's Owl Box:
That leaves only little, fluffy Wesley now...who gets to enjoy his meals all to himself now that the other
three are out of the box when mom and dad bring din-din! We think Wesley is guinea pig #1 FAVE OWL.
Who is YOUR fave owlet?
YumYum off to the morning HayPile!
HOLY WOWL! LAST NIGHT WAS A THREE-FOR-ALL!
Dear Readers,
Now all 3 of us pigulas are as addicted to Molly's Owl Box as mom (just took awhile to realize they were not going to eat us because we have such acute senses and at first thought they were in the new apartment)
And last night, Austin, owlet #3 just TOOK OFF! Surprised us all, no hesitation, no hop-flapping, noooo
WORRIES: to quote our Jimi Hendrix, Austin just sang:
"'Scuse me, while I touch the sky..." and simply took off...and then disappeared below the screen so
all the MODS absolutely freaked out and we thought they were funny: humans!
No faith in us, whatsoever. We have instincts, people, we were born to KNOW THINGS! Or taught by mom, dad, and each other, especially in a herd we teach each other how to scatter litter OUT THE BOX during our frantic NASCAR race-chases and suchlike games. Mom had to get a lightweight vacuum we got so good at
our LitterScatterGame! In fact, she was so tired of sleeping with it in her bed, she moved us into the living room...MOM!
back to Molly's Owl Box:
That leaves only little, fluffy Wesley now...who gets to enjoy his meals all to himself now that the other
three are out of the box when mom and dad bring din-din! We think Wesley is guinea pig #1 FAVE OWL.
Who is YOUR fave owlet?
YumYum off to the morning HayPile!
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Toronto breaking news/twitter/CANADA - Have you heard/watched Molly's "OWLBOX" yet, it's very cool....
Toronto breaking news/twitter/CANADA - Have you heard/watched Molly's "OWLBOX" yet, it's very cool....
Molly is now "Breaking News" in Toronto, Canada, and we feel this kind of news makes our world happier!
Also, mom has been spending time with Taj Mahal on her lap and we now feel he has "lap-pig" potential,
especially once the Mahals are neutered...mom says he is very, very soft, that both Mahals seem to be
"silkies" and even though I may not be a "silkie" being YumYum is good enough for ME!
Mom says better than "good enough" that I am WONDERFUL.
Even if I am not breaking news in Toronto, I am always breaking things here in Bellingham!
love,
YumYum
p.s. we are having winter storms here like crazy, and last night felt like November! Raja said because we
moved from Wildlife Sanctuary to city and Nature throwing a temper tantrum....dunno, just that mom
nearly got blown off her walker last night when the wind whipped inside the hood of her jacket, turning
it into a parachute! You should've seen her hair! Maybe not...like zombie hair.
See you's guys later!
Molly is now "Breaking News" in Toronto, Canada, and we feel this kind of news makes our world happier!
Also, mom has been spending time with Taj Mahal on her lap and we now feel he has "lap-pig" potential,
especially once the Mahals are neutered...mom says he is very, very soft, that both Mahals seem to be
"silkies" and even though I may not be a "silkie" being YumYum is good enough for ME!
Mom says better than "good enough" that I am WONDERFUL.
Even if I am not breaking news in Toronto, I am always breaking things here in Bellingham!
love,
YumYum
p.s. we are having winter storms here like crazy, and last night felt like November! Raja said because we
moved from Wildlife Sanctuary to city and Nature throwing a temper tantrum....dunno, just that mom
nearly got blown off her walker last night when the wind whipped inside the hood of her jacket, turning
it into a parachute! You should've seen her hair! Maybe not...like zombie hair.
See you's guys later!
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
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