Swimming Away

Mom finished the orca drawing even though this isn't a real good picture of it. He swam away too fast.
It's Sunday and already Coconut has received her nail trim. Mom calls it "spa day" but - she take us for fools or what? - we know it's grooming, nail trim, even butt-wiping (Raj Mahal better keep an eye on his pretty tail-feathers!) and cage cleaning! Mom keeps whining that if we could all just get along and she could get us one gigantic "Dream House" like Millie Bea has it would be SO MUCH EASIER FOR HER. Well, we don't and we ain't gonna. 'Cuz I is the undisputed chieftain 'round these parts and got NO PROBLEM proving it to anyone else who chases Coconut! Even though she gets to share her cage with gentle MacNutPie, she's mine until I get Millie Bea. And she'll still be mine AFTER I get my Millie Bea. Why? Because I amYumYum, 'nuff said!

Mom may start a separate art blog since the gallery now is linking artist to web pages and she still thinks only spiders and drama queens weave webs...but she might be able to manage another blog.
I invited her just to link us here, cuz we would tell everybody EVERYTHING!

She said, "Thanks but no thanks, YumYum, that's the last thing I need right now!" That true.

Happy Orca Sunday!

P.S. WE ALL GOT outta our nail trims because the toilet exploded water
all over the bathroom floor! Again and again! Finally mom had to call the
maintenance emergency number and the guy just arrived. He lives an hour
away. His first question (SERIOUSLY!) WAS "DID ANYTHING FALL
INTO IT?"

mom said no.
liar!