OUR FAVORITE MUSIC EVER!

YouTube - the Guinea pig song

Beyonce -yeah, THAT BEYONCE - choreographed this number following her own  #1 hit, "All the Single Piggies, Put a Lid on It!"

If you know the song, you can hum along. WE DO!

PANDA OUT.

OUR CIRCUS ACT!

We are still trying to make mom laugh so she doesn't get sad about moving. You remember how I was complaining about YumYum a few posts ago, him always following me around and all?

Well, dear reader, this IS EXACTLY what you think it is and now I have earned your sympathy, because, let's face it: ICK.

HowEVER: it made mom come running to help me and we know she was giggling in HORROR, and laughing inside. So, in the interest of cheering her up, I endure what I must.

It's not easy being PandaPig. Some days are more trying than others.
This was certainly ONE OF THEM! YumYum GET DOWN!

OFF!   Gee Whiz, pig, have some decorum!

PANDAPIG OUT.

BEAR GOES LONG...

Good morning, gentle readers. We are calming down about having to move and feeling a bit more peaceful inside. Bear made a generous effort to cheer us up by doing his best imitation of a dromedary camel! He is unusually long for a guinea pig. He also has the ability to lie upon his flannel-covered platform while holding his big head up so HIGH that Edwin once remarked how much he resembled a sea-lion! Having been accidentally bitten by Bear, mom thinks he looks more like a walrus with long tusks. (She really means "vampire fangs" because I can read her mind but she never says things like that out loud for fear of hurting our feelings...Bear can be sensitive at times.)

Either way, we are all doing our best to cheer mom up about the move and make her laugh!

YumYum just announced that he is changing his name to "Ziggy Stardust" and instructed mom to refer to the rest of us as "The Spiders from Mars." She gave him a big piece of fresh, organic yellow pepper (we all got some) then asked if he felt he was getting enough Vitamin C. Guinea pigs cannot produce vitamin C so our slaves have to supplement our diets to keep us healthy.

We have fresh snow again this morning dusting the hills just beyond The Outback and heavy snow in the mountains.

But we are not "Spiders from Mars" so YumYum can have his pepper and EAT IT!

Yeah, Ziggy, I'm blogging about you again!

Sigh...that YumYum...such imagination! Am I right? Of course I am!

PANDA OUT!

THE ARTFUL ORCA

When the ARTOrca brings mom her pencils (courtesy of her friend Linda, from San Francisco) it's a surefire clue we have grown restless without our daily creative outlet (READ: eating mom's drawings.) She applies pencil to newsprint, leaves it on the floor (way to go, mom!) and then we feel obliged to take her self-expression a step further by doing unspeakable things to it.

Who's to judge the difference between the art of drawing and the art of instinctive cavy nautiness? Naughtiness is also a fine art that must be carefully cultivated with attention to detail and the ability to stay in the present moment, so that we can run away squealing the minute mom discovers we have put our distinctive "signatures" on her drawings!

By that, we mean...well, our "signature markings" carry a distinctive musky, earthy "fragrance" and our "paint" carries an unmistakably individual odor, color, and texture: There are many ways to create, appreciate, and dissiminate art...we eat it. Then we recycle it as indigenous "paint" upon whatever newsprint remains (READ: haven't eaten.) That's what creative rodents do and we know it's a result of not having nasty, little naked tails like rats: Guinea pigs are free-wheeling, aesthetically discriminating sprites whose creativity begins through taste and visceral chewing, tearing, shredding, eating, digesting, and returning the creation to it's organic roots as poo. Pretty, pretty poo.

Humans like mom just take pens and pencils and move them across a page of paper (B O R I N G...snore) while WE use carrots, bit of kale, lettuce leaves, juicy mandarin oranges, sweet yellow peppers, TEETH, TOENAILS and anything else we can chase hungrily across her paper to create unique organic designs!

VOILA!

If, at the end of our "process," little remains but pee or poo, that's a sure-fire "mark of authenticity" for which one ought be grateful!

Helps if that one has had a really strong, fragrant latte first.(Mom's Go-To Feel-Good Happy-Juice.) And vegan waffles with maple syrup.  That's a prerequisite for appreciating true Cav(y)Art.

Orca is growing restless. Mom's hand should be improving. And we are just itching to get back into "our edible art studio" to welcome spring with flair and pizazz! MMMMmmm"WHEEEEK!"

Am I right? Seriously, am I right? Of course I am!

PANDA OUT!