HE'S WEARING ME OUT AND THEY HAVEN'T EVEN DESCENDED YET!

YA know, mom's been bellyachin' a lot lately and we've all
been soooooo sympathetic, blah, blah, blah. So maybe I've
been thinking it was VinnyGuinea, the streak o'fur that is
always in motion...he can wear a guy out, y'know? He even
wears me out when YumYum asks me to take him for 
Runabout so he can get his beauty rest...And I got a LOT
o'Energy myself, so it's been great, but VinnyGuinea?

WHADDA-WHADDA-WHADDA wid that one? extreme pig?!

WELL, I gotta tell ya the truth, now I think it ain't VinnyGuinea,
it mom! Like, if she makes us sit through one more episode of "Boston Legal" on NETFLIX or takes me to bed "to cuddle" when

I'd rather be running around laughing as VinnyGuinea swooshes up and down his CARROTUS GIGANTICUS...well, all I'm sayin' is sumpin's gotta give here! And maybe it ain't all Vinny, after all?

I mean, mom, we love you, but...oh Bloody Barn Owl Hork, 
here she comes for "lovey lap time" and HEY, Vinny, YO! 
VINNEY'S...SEE 'IM, mom? HE'S BACK THERE! DON'T 
COME

KNOCKING ON MY FRONT DOOR...OH DEAR, NO DOOR...

HEY, Bhindi tricked me! There's no door! I'M A NINJA!
I'M A NINJA! SNEAKING OUT THE WINDOW. YOU
DON'T SEE ME! I'M A NINJA, INVISIBLE ASSASSIN
OF THE NIGHT, NOT A MOM-CUDDLER, A LETHAL
AVENGER OF...MOM, LOOK OVER THERE, I THINK
SWIRLY, SOFT BHINDI'S OVER THERE! AND IF NOT,
THERE'S ALWAYS YUM-YUM UP FOR A LOVE CUDDLE!
BUT I'M A NINJA!

THAT VinnyGuinea gotta lotta nerve betraying me like that,
wid all his "ninja" mumbo-jibber, so I'm gonna eat his NinjaHouse!
Yup, gonna eat it, gonna eat it good!

AH, look at us, both worn to the quicks of our toenails with all this NinjaJibberWocky...and for what? We all know who's wearing us

out - MOM! She don't belong on the floor wid us is what it is!
The nurse said it's her blood pressure being too low, needs more
fluids and salt, so we've ordered a small ocean to be installed in the kitchen for her to swim and drink! Get her moving. Also, no more looking at pictures that make her sad. Not for a little while or even a long while. And get that carcass OUT O'THE HOUSE!
FIRST FRIDAY ART WALK IS THIS FRIDAY AND ARE YOUR CARDS AND ARTWORK READY, MOM? (WELL, OF COURSE, THAT'S A RHETORICAL QUESTION!) NOT TO MENTION WE DEMAND MORE COVERAGE OF OUR EXTENDED FAMILY, WE ARE SO CURIOUS ABOUT OUR ADVENTUROUS FAIRY AND OUR BAVARIAN MEERI COUSINS! TALK ABOUT MOUNTAINS...LOOK AT WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO US, MOM! YOU HAVE WORN OUT "THE UNWEARABLE-OUTABLES"! NOW, get up and go straight to bed like the rest of us because we have a brand new cage with lots of toys (thank you, you know who you are!) for you to put
together tomorrow not to mention your art not to mention whoever comes over to make sure you washed your hair! Now that was even making US GAG! SERIOUSLY, MOM? YOU COMB US BUT WE HAVE TO LOOK AT THAT RAPTOR
NEST ON YOUR HEAD? AND YOU JUST PUT ON A BALL
CAP AND THINK WE ARE NOT...WELL, IT'S LIKE HAVING OUR EYES PUT OUT, FRANKLY! We are all sad. But YOU have become disgusting! You didn't share what ELSE the nurse put down, did you? uh-huh...didn't think so...about the personal hygiene? about maybe you needing assistance? hey, we may eat our poohs but we're supposed to! fine, we'll stop. maybe we've said too much.

(YumYum: "You have NO idea? You said too much about a foot above this sentence! Just wait and see... Can you spell TRUBBLE? CUZ YOU IZ IN IT NOW!!!")

OOPS: Did the thoughts actually come out of my mouth? Uh-Oh!

YumYum, you know Bhindi started it! I didn't say a thing!
You know that, right? Right? Of course you do. Whew!

Hey, YumYum, notice how much I'm growing, and how much
I resemble a little guinea pig? (Not a ninja?) A little guinea pig?

Just an innocent baby guinea pig growing up, waiting for his
man-parts, waiting for his bits, eating his breakfast, playful,
loving life, loving his friends, bringing consolation to his broken-
hearted, precious mom, the one he holds so dear. The one he'll
console tonight...just a little baby guinea named Vinny, yeah,
that's me all right! Eating so I'll have more strength with which
to love the ones I hold so dear to my heart, yeah, that's it, that's
me, VinnyGuinea, Prince of Peace, Bringer of Consolation,
Everybody's Favorite Guinea Pig, role model, Exemplar Emeritus!

       OH, PUH-LEASE! I CAN'T TAKE IT!

JUST wake me up when the next NETFLIX comes. I'm
starting to like "Boston Legal." Until then...
ZZZZZzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz................

And mom climbed Mt. Everest and everybody played happily
together with all their new toys and treats and popcorned
like bright, red balloons in the deep azure sky shape-shifting
into shapes of billowy, white clouds like giraffes and
hippos, and lions, and zebras, and guinea pigs GALORE
RIDING BRIGHT ORANGE AND GREEN
CARROTUS GIGANTICUSSES
UPON WHICH WERE WRAPPED
OCTOPI WITH NAMES LIKE
Bean and Bop and Pip and Pop!
~the end~

THAT KIND OF DAY, ALTITUDE-WISE

WARNING: SENSELESS RAMBLE AHEAD.

YESTERDAY was a very good day.
Today was different.
Everything cancelled but Piggie Time
and the visiting nurse.
She used a phrase I have never
heard used medically before.
We have some high mountains here:
mountains people travel to and climb,
practicing for Mt. Everest...
But this was different.
I live on the floor...you can't
fall if you are already there.
She called "getting up" - just the
simple act of standing-
"gaining altitude"
and it made me laugh!
You don't know how many times
over how many long years that one
effort I have compared to climbing
Everest! It can be that hard, that
challenging, but those of us who live
this way are beholden to keep it a secret
because...well, we know why.


She actually noted in her computer notes, 
when I slowly rose from the floor,
she referred to it as
"Patient gained altitude."
I burst out laughing, remembering
so many topo maps I still have
that Edwin and I always carried with our
trusty compass...neither of us knowing
how to use either tool, just taking them
since they were listed in what are known
in the hiking, climbing, backpacking
world as two of the "Ten Essentials."
We feel pretty sure that knowing how to
use them is one of the Essentials but...
we both agreed that carrying them
absolved us of sin. Should we get
could in an avalanche, a white-out, or
simply get lost, once found and interviewed on 
T.V. getting out of our Blackhawk rescue heli,
we could at least say we carried "The Ten Essentials." They always say on T.V. about lost people that "Such and such are known to be experienced backcountry so-and-so's,"
particularly those who disappear on Mt. Rainier or Mt. Baker (and generally found alive.) So I think we do it more for the press coverage, you know, to cover ourselves just in case...we've been lucky. But I hate seeing a heli heading East especially during the winter...and if's it's been
an epic snow winter, like our '99-2000 year, 
when Mt. Baker set THE World Record for greatest snowfall ever recorded in history on Earth...helis flying east that summer were going to pluck what had unthawed and nobody liked that. What is so alluring about going Out of Bounds when you end up six feet under in the end? Well, it happens in mountain country, especially with a lotta hotdogging cowboys with feet firmly attached to snowboards and backcountry skis and brains that interpret WARNING: BACKCOUNTRY signs as WELCOME mats...
Our country's wild, it's why we love it.
No condos, no movie stars, no development.
Just wild, rugged mountains that take you a 
little closer to heaven if you're lucky enough
to "gain altitude!"


Today I didn't gain much altitude. 
Just watched VinnyGuinea and Bhindi
chase and hop and popcorn and never
stop running or jumping for HOURS
in their Runabout and soon I will
put Bhindi back and let YumYum
have a go. He gets tired easily now but
still loves his play time with Vinny.
Hopefully I can pick up Bhindi's new
cage tomorrow...his bits are really, really
BIG.
And he is so strong! Both he and VinnyGuinea
are nearly impossible to photograph because
they are constantly in motion and Bhindi
runs up to the camera then smooshes his
nose into the lens wondering why it doesn't 
smell like food. Then he tries to bite it!
HAVE I MENTIONED HIS BITS?!
THEY HAVE DESCENDED, YET 
CONTINUE TO GROW...AM
AFRAID TO RESEARCH IT, THINK
WE MIGHT HAVE A MUTANT NINJA-BOY!
STILL WAITING FOR SLIPPERY, SILKY
VINNY'S "MAN-PARTS"...HE'S GOT THE
"FISH, JUST NOT THE CHIPS..."


Please forgive me for not opening emails,
I just didn't have enough altitude.
Tomorrow will be a better day.
love,
all us
to
~all you~

FOOD FOR THE SOUL

AS we enjoy a deep freeze our friends
in Bavaria send hope of Spring Blooming
within and without...
warming heart and soul.
Tonight we sleep in peace.
Tonight we sleep knowing
we are so loved,
and give thanks to the Creator
who gives more than
we can ever know...
so we close our eyes
and whisper "thank you"
as peaceful slumber
overtakes and we slip into that
place forgotten for so long...
yet so welcome back into
our lives: we rest in the
arms of LOVE, FAITH, and HOPE.
With one pancake remaining.

BAVARIAN MEERIS! OH MY!

^^PRESS FOR CLOSE-UP^^
SQUEEEEEEEEEEE!
BAVARIAN MEERIS! YOU 
CAN'T LOVE JUST ONE!
WE LOVE THE PIC OF THEM
(JUST BENEATH AND RIGHT
UNDER THE FLOWER) OF
SO MANY MERRY MEERIS
ALL OUT AND ABOUT!
TOO ADORABLE
WE LOVE YOU EVERY
ONE, YOU BAVARIAN
MEERIS, WE FEEL
LIKE YOU ARE OURS!

Hey, Dave, Forgot to Say: I'm Sorry

You know, up until now I had forgotten the whole thing.
You never knew it even happened between your Dalai Lama
Bliss-Out and your Caffeinated Cup'O'Joy...how you were
in a haze, a stupor, barely even taking steps...and it's a corner,
I mean you were kinda jay-walking but this is an apology
not about you, it's about me, about me driving like a normal
human being...O.K. O.K. nobody's gonna buy that either, 
may as well just say: didn't see ya, nearly ran ya over,
sorry, don't live there NO more, good on ya, mate, 
you do good in the world, love your music when
i don't have a migraine, off we go now,
pip-pip!
To my readers, scratching your heads wondering
what I'm talking about, it snowed today but I got
blueberry pancakes take-out yesterday and everything
is fine, just fine.
love,
we're fine, HONEST!

FAIRY'S MUM GOES ALL PACIFIC NORTHWEST: CHOOSES LATTES OVER TEA!

WE could have warned her, should we have warned her? We have a cafe on every corner of every intersection of Seattle and I even told her the story about how I almost ran over Dave Matthews of the Dave Matthews Band after Dave spent a week with the Dalai Lama...and how turning a corner where one of the cafes with the strongest coffee is, NOBODY MEANDERS ACROSS THAT STREET BUT DAVE MATTHEWS WAS SO BLISSED OUT HE MEANDERED AND...well, he lives in the neighborhood and we all love him, but - seriously? The only thing in the world more powerful than what you are looking at (and bear - as in Paddington Bear or Vermont Bear or Winnie-the-Pooh Bear) in mind we haven't even tried Fairy's mum's brew not to mention her HOME-MADE BISCOTTI, what were we talking about? 

NOW that's what we're talking 
about! Fairy could be drinking
dreaming about the Dalai Lama and
her mum's new espresso machine
but nope! She's dreaming of joining
all of us in a WHEEEK!GRASS
FRENZY o'FRIENDS!
SQUEEEEEEEEE!
FAIRY, YOU GIVE US FAITH.
YOU GIVE US HOPE.
WE LOVE YOU.
YOU know that Stevie Wonder song
"Isn't She Lovely?"
We sing that for you!
(and if wee scootin' Vinny thinks
we're singin' it for him
we are in BIG TRUBBLE!)
LOVE YOU.
ALL US.
EVERY DAY.
ALL THE TIME!

MEET THE MEERIES: THE WIND BENEATH OUR WINGS

TODAY IT BEGAN SNOWING HEAVILY AND WE RECEIVED NOTICE IN OUR "INBOX" THAT THE SNOW IS TO CONTINUE UNTIL TOMORROW...WELL, THEY QUITE LEFT OFF THERE...

SO, BEING INDOORS WITH OUR TAKE-OUT BLUEBERRY PANCAKES AND MAPLE SYRUP AND SUCH-LIKE, we feel it's about time to introduce you to the meeries in our family who live near (not really, not near, we just said that) and far (now that's more like it, the far part, that part is true) that and the fact that anyone with a pair of cross-country skis or snowshoes (like MOM) is going to head right off to downtown here to get their ice cream cones and dance in the street, it's a Bellingham Tradition to get ice

cream when we have blizzards and can't get to Mt. Baker, we go en masse to the Ice Creamery to defy...well, we enjoy defiance in any way, shape, or form...but I digress!

MEET OUR VERY OWN WUNNERFUL FAMILY!!!! 

ABOVE PLEASE MEET "THE MEERIS OF BAVARIA" WHO OWN THE POET INGRID AND HER DEAR HELMUT! WE ARE SO BEYOND IN LOVE WITH THEM AND KNOW WE WOULD BE HAVING LOTS OF FUN, LOOK HOW MANY!

BOY ARE THEY SOME LUCKY MEERIS, THEY ARE.

HERE is where the luckiest Bavarian meeris in the world live,
is that a fine looking caviary OR WHAT? IT LOOKS HOME-MADE! Wish we had one, all neat and clean, but we are Americans and...'nuff said. What a beautiful place to live, 
Bavaria, and what beautiful souls to own, our own dear, precious
Ingrid and Helmut, introduced to us by...

FAIRY! Fairy, looks like you are preparing for a big sleep-over and getting everything "just so" for
your friends...OH! A Tale of 3 Piggies is our favorite book, too! But where is Marigold? Where is she going to sleep? 

Fairy lives with Marigold and they recently lost their own precious Mariella. We all lost a near and dear one recently...most of our friends experienced losses yet not a one missed any opportunity given them to console us, even in their own grief. That brings tears to our eyes, their losses, too...please do not think they are any less for now we are one family and every guinea pig, cavy, meeri dear as our own heartbeat!

Oh, well, we nearly forgot, THIS IS FAIRY'S HOUSE! Err...
mmmm....uh....Fairy....why is your dad wearing it and where are
you and he is beginning to remind us of Hugh Laurie! Yes, quite,
we could see "HOUSE" wearing a guinea pig house on his own
head...but where are you?

OH, you have gone outside! You know, Fairy, we had this picture of you as our screensaver, but every time mom turned her computer on she just wanted to pet and brush you and stared at the screen so long we had to put on something else, especially your cheek, she just wanted to comb it and give you scritchy-scrunchies and did she get anything done? Why, Fairy, she looked at you so much and petted and combed you so much she forgot why she turned the computer on in the first place so then she turned it off!

DID WE MENTION IT IS SNOWING BUT WE HAVE PANCAKES?

BAVARIAN MEERI, HOW PRETTY AND COLOURFUL AND SWIRLY! OH, LOOK AT THAT SWIRL IN THE BACK! NOW THAT'S A SWIRL IF EVER THERE WAS ONE!

OH NOW THAT THE SNOW IS COMING DOWN the Bavarian Meeris have all come 'round!
You black beauty in the straw, hay, grassy stuff,
we bet you glitter and your coat is so smooth after a nice comb-out! We love your floppy ears, too.
WE love ALL OF YOU! EVEN WHEN IT ISN'T SNOWING AND WE DON'T HAVE BLUEBERRY PANCAKES IN THE HOUSE!

BAVARIAN meeris send white roses to console us...did we mention the meeris also lost one of their own, too? And we
pray no more than one? For we just today got to last week's

emails...and...eyes closed in prayer and breath stuck in throat -

WHILE Fairy invents scritchy-scratchers to comfort us...although her dad actually brought this one back from London Towne where we are certain he dressed like Mr. Steed, with a bowler hat, umbrella, and impeccable sleuthing and spy skills...wonder what is

really contained within that "alleged" gift for dear Fairy? The code to the Queen's doggery where, with the push of a button, you could release all the Pembroke Welsh Corgis? AT ONE AND THE SAME TIME? WICKED! WICKED FUNNY! But there we go being swashbuckling Americans again, SORRY there, now you know we're just Pirates in disguise, Fairy, and yet you love us anyway. So kind you are.

And you lost your dear Mariella...grief knocked on your door,
on the Meeris door, on Jen who makes our fabulous cuddle cups' door...twas an epidemic of grief yet...tears glued us together into a bigger, howsoever broken, heart than ever before.

FRIENDS. UNDERSTOOD IN EVERY LANGUAGE.

NOW meet the new American kids on the block! The newest of the new, little bitty (though grown, yet having never had a home) Almond Joy! She owns CD3, who we know from "Molly the Owl"
watching and "Friday Nights at the Movies" with our Molly the Owl friendsies.

CD3 got Almond Joy to keep her very first guinea pig rescue, Millie Bea company...and it wasn't easy getting that Almond Joy! The rescue really put her through the ringer so now that she is home at last and ready to be Millie Bea's forever-friend...

CD3, how would you put it? All right then, I shall use your own words: "She's the Queen" yes, indeed, Millie Bea is like, "You got
a WHAT? for WHO? like...WHY?" And now each pig has that "separate but equal" status that we know all too well, even know
it here now, what with YumYum kicking me out after Raj passed...


Well, friends, there you have it.


We love you. You held us. You rocked us in your arms, sent us emails always, checked up on us, wrote poems for us, sent pictures to us, prayed for us, and never let us go, not for a minute even though you yourselves were grieving your own losses, dear Mariella and our meeri...


There is no language with a heart big enough to contain
the gratitude we wish to convey...
so in the gentlest, softest as rose-petals whisper..."thank you"
~

SATURDAY "PINPRICKS"

TONIGHT is Saturday and we expect snow tomorrow.
For the first time since Raj died, mom actually bathed, dressed
herself, went out for a decent meal, a latte, read the Rolling
Stone edition Connieeee sent her featuring an interview with her
favorite on-air personality, Jon Stewart of "The Daily Show"
and she ordered blueberry pancakes for breakfast tomorrow
in case we got snowed in. Then she got us freshly squeezed,

raw, organic carrot juice!

She has a word for days like these: "Pinpricks." They're good!
We gave up fighting for normalcy after we lost Raj. Her health-
care providers all come here anyway, she just kind of went into
shock, took care of us, and did the barest necessities...I can tell
the story most objectively having been here the shortest, but
everyone went to sleep in darkness and woke up in darkness
no matter what the hour was, and mom just kept saying to people
on the phone how great her friends were, that she couldn't believe
what wonderful friends she had! That was about all we felt we had.

But even though I'm the "new kid on the block" I lost something, too, when Raj died. Before he died, mom got me for him. Because he couldn't live without his brother Taj, who never came home.
And since YumYum was suddenly (surprisingly) behaving in an
unexpectedly magnanimous way towards newbies, he allowed not
one, but two new pigs to live with him in the brand new gigantic
pen that our anonymous benefactor bought for us...and he hasn't had a live-in friend since PandaPig, the original founder of our
Sanctuary, passed away: Now he has three! We all loved being
together, got along, each played, ate, drank, popcorned, slept,
and snuggled in perfect harmony and even though I'm the size
of a Pacific Northwest Logger, I am still a baby, too...and need a herd...and knew I was being groomed for the most important job ahead: to comfort Raj once his pneumonia was cured. Then he died sleeping next to mom under the covers that cruel night and both mom and YumYum became inconsolable and nobody remembers what I lost: this wee little scamp here, VinnyGuinea!
Now, YumYum and I share him and our own brand new gigantic
pig-pen is due to arrive Monday and can actually be attached to
YumYum's as long as mom is ABSOLUTELY POSITIVELY CERTAIN that YumYum can't "get me" or that I can't jump over
given my hay trough vaulting abilities...


Thing is, it's Saturday and mom had her first pin-prick of Real
Life and Real Hope Day with a hot breakfast, latte, and the Rolling Stone. But I needed to tell you all that I lost something
too: the happiness of fitting in, of belonging, of having my own herd, of snuggling up in a fuzzy sleeping bag with that little scamp all soft and velvety...sharing a wheatgrass breakfast on
Runabout. We all lost a lot. 


But one pin-prick of hope, mom knows from experience, always
brings more. And, over time, pin-pricks of hope become intertwined into Joy which become threads of continuity which
become woven into a fabric where smiling replaces weeping which create a fabulous new quilt into which the pinpricks
of grief become fewer and fewer as the memories become
transformed into one's history that begins to mellow into smile
which will always bring with it tears but with those tears come
the recognition that our lives have been made all the more
beautiful because they were in them.


love,
Bhindi

I am not Bhindi.

WHERE'S MY BITS? WHADDA? WHADDA? WHADDA?

YESTERDAY on our Epic Runabout, mom got a good look
at Bhindi's bits and - lemme tell ya - they big enough to use
for the Olympig Shotpoot Commition this summer in England!

YOWZA-BANANZA!

So, during our twice daily antibiotic "bonding" ritual (mom,
seriously, do you really think we buy THAT?) she took a
good look down under to inspect the size of my bits...mebbe
mine would be used for the women's competition, mebbe 
girls under the age of 10...all she needed was some bits,
anything, anything...

Well, am I turning into a handsome so-and-so or WHAT?!

I'm so velvety soft, and I scoot so fast and make everybody

laugh especially scooting up and down my bright, high, orange, 
CARROTUS-GIGANTICUS...no one wants me to grow up 
and if I did then I'd have Bits and Chips or at least

a weiner in a bun...aren't I turning into...

(have I said that already?)

Mom just erased a lot of the post so getting off before she loses

what remains of my post along with the rest of her mind.

Gonna snow tomorrow,  so we thinking of our Bavarian meeris 
and Ingrid and Helmut and our Fairy and Marigold and her mum and Dad 
and our Millie Bea and Almond Joy in Wisconsin and the big party 
they gonna have in that warm, red, Mesa Guinea Pig Place.

love you,

VinnyGuinea: MAN-BITS WAITING TO SNEAK UP ON YOU

AND YOU WILL FEEL BAD FOR MAKING FUN OF ME!

UNLESS YOU SEE A LOT O'LIL BITS STUMBLIN' ABOUT

NOT CONNECTED TO MY MAN-PARTS AND...
ISN'T THAT HOW FAIRY MAGICALLY APPEARED?!
SOMETIMES THE BEST SURPRISES HAPPEN IN PRECIOUS, 
TINY, FURRY PACKAGES...
(i could be wrong, but seems like that's Fairy's story and I'm stickin' to it!)

DID I SAY IT GONNA SNOW? 

REUNITED AND IT FEELS SO GOOD!

TODAY VinnyGuinea and Bhindi pretty much

had the Run o'the RunAbout all day since I didn't

have the strength to leave the apartment; so they

indulged in massive, eager doses of popcorning, chase, 
treats, resting together in sleeping bags, cuddle cups,

square ferret houses with round holes & hidden 
treats with infinite jump-through opportunities
 pOpCoRnING-FULL-THROTTLE through
their HappyDayTogether!

AND IT WAS GOOD.

THEN I got too tired and needed to give them antibiotics

so placed them back into their cages to medicate them before

Molly Movie Night or I fell asleep, whichever came first.

AND IT WAS NOT GOOD.

BHINDI HAD A FIT! 

A

FIT.

HE'S quite the acrobat, much as Taj Mahal was, and finally
jumped right INTO HIS HAY TROUGH in an effort to see
what was on the other side: could it be Vinny? Could it?

IF he just s.t.r.e.t.c.h.e.d. far enough...was there any chance

he could find his best friend and maybe somehow find a way

to escape captivity of The Cage and regain the Wonder of their

SUPER SPECIAL DAY?

IF ONLY HE COULD STRETCH JUST A WEE BIT MORE?

ON TOP OF HIS PRECARIOUS PERCH

ATOP HIS PRECARIOUS HAY TROUGH, THE

FEEDING HOLES OF WHICH ARE LOCATED

ON THE BOTTOM?

WHILE YumYum eats his hay, Vinny looks Startled, as if
having an "out of body" experience...half of it is feeling the
meeries from Bavaria, the realization that the time to post their photographs has come and then it will be too late to take back
the affection that has grown between him and his dear friends
Fairy and Marigold and his new Bavarian meeries and once he
has posted his love for them...what next?


The OTHER "out of body" experience is urgent! Where is his
former cage and playmate Bhindi? He loves and adores YumYum
and wants to live with him but a time was, not so long ago, when
they all lived as one, before Raj died and mom and YumYum finally took leave of their senses, it was the last straw for both of them...

"What to do? What to do? What to do?"

"BHINDI!"
"VINNY!"
"PLEASE DON'T EVER LEAVE ME AGAIN!"
"PLEASE DON'T EVER LEAVE ME AGAIN!"
"I PROMISE!"
"I PROMISE, TOO!"


AND IT WAS GOOD.