~DEDICATED TO AUNTIE CONNIEeeeeeeeee,
VINNY-GUINEA'S GODMOTHER
IN NEW JERSEY~
I don't know why no one wants to play with me,
eat with me, sleep with me, or live with me anymore.
Mom loves me. She made me a special cage
and soon I'll have a grown-up cage that will connect to the
other cages if they'll have me. Why won't they have me?
We all lived together once.
What happened?
I don't understand life.
Neither does mom.
So now she's my best friend.
She listens while I talk.
Even Auntie Connieeee could hear
me the other night over the phone cuz
I gotta lot to say and Auntie Connieeee
is my godmom cuz she named me
(before mom even thought of getting me)
cuz of Auntie Connieeeeee said,
you need a VinnyGuinea and mom said
"Shut up! Shut up!" cuz Auntie Connie's
so cool cuz she lives in New Jersey where
everybody's named Vinny and she makes
mom laugh so hard and mom curses like
a sailor when she talks to Aunt Connie cuz
everything Aunt Connie sez comes true no
matter how many times mom says
"Shut UP! I'M NOT LIST'NIN TO YA!"
then falls outta her chair laughin' so hard.
So I was wid mom while she was talking
and Aunt Connie heard me but it's O.K.
cuz you should hear lil'LJ over at Connie's
when he starts barking he makes this sound
like somebody comin' at him wid a butcher
knife CUZ HE'S HAPPY! CUZ ONE O'HIS
PEEPS IS COMIN' HOME, GUESS THAT'S
THE WAY THEY DOES IT IN NEW JERSEY.
I LOVE AUNT CONNIE, SHE WANTS ME
TO HAVE A WIFE,
AND MOM TELLS HER TO
"SHUT UP! SHUT UP!" SO LOUD SHE
GONNA FALL
OUTTA HER CHAIR AGAIN...
Can't even tell ya the really funny stuff...
Guess no wives now that we can't get our trotters fixed.
I wish mom would call Aunt Connie tonight.
What is time and why is it different in New Jersey?
That vexes me.
MEERIBOY, Ingrid and Helmut's
ailing 8-year-old precious darling
(and mom's favorite) is pictured here
with one of his 7 remaining wives,
Sunny, enjoying a Spring Day in
Bavaria!
We have been following him day~to~day
and know all too well the toll it takes but he appears to be in no pain, is eating and drinking on his own, just an amazing guinea pig enjoying gratefully what days remain of his twilight years with his many wives surrounding him and his mum and dad, Ingrid and Helmut.
Mom fell in love with him at first sight but didn't want Spitzmaus or Sunny's feelings to be hurt so kept it to herself but we caught her many a time staring wistfully at his picture and we knew, oh, we knew she was holding him, Scritchy-scratching
his chin and cheeks, and - if he is a piggie who
enjoys it, she would brush him day and night, trim his nails, and never stop running her fingers through that beautiful fur of his.
HE LIVES. TODAY IS HIS!
~~~~~~~~~~~~
{WE LOST OUR BARN OWL
FAMILY, ALL BUT
MOLLY
THE OWL.
WE WILL SAVE THAT FOR
ANOTHER POST, AS WE
ARE QUITE IN SHOCK.
GOOGLE: "MOLLY THE OWL."}
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Which is why featuring Meeriboy and Sunny
together TODAY, with Meeri having been so
near to passing keeps our spirits and hope alive in our own struggles to move through, out of, and - eventually - beyond grief...while always
remembering those we love and who love us
knowing that silken thread of love cannot
ever be broken by the passing of time.
To all of our readers who love owls, guinea pigs,
and who simply LOVE, these meeris are for you.
Our hearts are open to receive your tears, if you don't mind their co-mingling with our own.
~
HELLO!
DO I SEEM TO BE HIDING A SMUG SMILE?
DO MY SWIRLS LOOK SWIRLIER?
COULD IT BE WINDSTORM #2,439?
THE SNOW?
MOM'S PHYSICAL THERAPIST AND NURSE FOR THE FIRST TIME SINCE SHE GOT OUT OF THE HOSPITAL CLOCKING IN HER BLOOD PRESSURE AS OVER 100?
(yeah, that's it...gotta be...right.)
OR?
COULD IT BE THAT THE VET INFORMED
MOM THAT NEITHER HE NOR HIS ASSOCIATE "EXOTICS" SPECIALIST WOULD DO THE "SNIP-SNIP!!!!!!!!!!"
mu-ah-Ha-HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
let's see... #1) blood pressure (yawning...snore.)
#2) no snip-snip SQUEEEEEE!!!
He said unless we had females, the risks of
death due to anesthesia and other complications did NOT justify the risks, unless you count wee widdle Weiner-Got-No-Twitters (with all due respect to former New York Congressman Anthony Weiner who really shouldn't of Twittered a girl right HERE in
Bellingham, cuz mom got miffed the press kept saying she was in Seattle when she was here, but, whatEVAH!)
In the past, mom had a vet living in another part of the county who would've done it in a heartbeat.
They parted ways over a heartbeat and she would
never, ever return even if she could drive due to
different points of views in their ethics.
Sooooooooo..................one other thing happend today.
While mom's physical therapist was here, wee widdle WeinerGate was gnawing on the bars
of both our cages "Why don't you love me
anymore, why am I alone now, what have I done
wrong, I'm so little and alone?" so mom put the
widdle weiner back in with YumYum, who was
taking a nap, admonishing Vinny, "Let him sleep and just leave him be and he'll let you be, no rumblestrutting or marking his stuff, just run and
popcorn, and leave him alone, O.K.?"
Vinny said (and there was a witness)
"Yeah, momma, yeah, yeah, ya betcha, hurry,
yeah, ya know I'll be good, c'mon!"
Since she and the PT were sitting right there to
over-see it, mom put Vinny in with YumYum, where he immediately ran to the Big Green Leaf
to pee on it "VINNY WAS HERE" before rumblestrutting before marking the cage before
pushing his self into YumYum's sleep-sack to
YES, mount YumYum while purring and shakin'
his liddle money-maker which was sashaying
to-and-fro while he purred (the infamous Rumblestrut) to which, of course, YumYum responded with teeth-chattering, lunging, and
mom had to pick him up but! and here's where
it gets REALLY GOOD!
Until today, Vinny's sported a lovely, sweet & musky fragrance, Ralph Lauren Exotic Collection, right?
NOT. ANY. MORE!
That guinea pig weed the nastiest, most
pungent-smellin-stinkin' odor that
MOM STARTED chattering HER teeth at
the PT and making fun of his drawings
of the exercises she was supposed to be
doing! No wonder everyone was attacking
Vinny, even having his smell on her
shirt made mom attack her PT and
his trying to make a chair look like
an exercise ball and she kept saying
"Well, how do I supposed to know
what that man holding on to, it a chair
or a ball and if it a ball there ain't nothing
to hold on to and it an androgynous thing
too, what IS IT EVEN? I mean, how am
I supposed to tell what I am even looking
at and what kind of shoes are those?"
Mom has the nicest, sweetest physical therapist
in the world and he has helped her more than
anyone has ever helped her and he watched her
turn to the Dark Side of the Force right before
his mortified eyes...and he could even smell
the smell but he stayed nice.
So then he told mom how hard he tried to get her
an extra two weeks of therapy since this was supposed to have been her last but clearly she wasn't quite ready but she could hear the eager happiness in his voice when he told her the last day he would be coming so she apologized and he said she spoiled her guinea pigs and they made up.
And I keep my endowments: Pretty, pretty me.
The end.
^^Please Press Collage to SEE!
WE are thrilled to thank Auntie Ingrid
and Uncle Helmut from Bavaria along
with Meeri-Boy for bringing to
fruition The Dream we have all been
dreaming since we all became more
than friends, we became
International Family, including CD3
and her Millie Bea and Almond JoyFULL
of dubious When-Will-We-Know Squee?
THE FIRST CAVY INTERNATIONAL
CONFERENCE ON WORLD PEACE!
APRIL, 2012
Our European ambassadors have declared
that SPRING is THE time to popcorn into
action with fresh grass, beautiful flowers, and so
much hay for chomping that all outdoor meetings will be held wherever Espresso Machines are belching out The Good Stuff!
(Fairy, your mum and dad and Marigold ready?!)
Thank You, Auntie Ingrid for creating what all us Cavies been dreaming, foreverly watching that smiling moon-dance with glittery stardust; that graceful, balletic arc waving lovingly to us all beneath the same sky we dream upon nightly: secretly wondering "Are our friends really so far away cuz if they are watching the same sky, then that would makes them not so far away at all...
We raise our flaring, furry nostrils to sniff the cold, windy, evergreen, salty, Northwest night, ferreting out your musky-sweet fragrances half a world away
listening with flip-flap-floppy ears tuned sharply to
MY-WHEEK Radio at frequency:
FEED-ME-NOW.101FM.HAY-IZ-ME
"No Mountain to Tall
No Ocean too Wide
To keep us Apart
Now that we're Side-by-Side!"
P.S.
{now that we are enjoying the hidden-no-more
talents of our contributors, we may have to
change our piracy and begin attributing photo
credit! THAT is how talented our bloggers are.
So: this magnificent collage courtesy of Ingrid.
We thank you.}
(and anything with Fairy...we stole it!
and anything with Millie Bea or Almond JoyFull
...stole that, too!)
LOVE YOU! STEAL THAT!
