FLUFFY THINKS SHE IS A GUINEA PIG AND WANTS TO LIVE WITH ME IN MY CAGE. NOT! DOWN, FLUFFY, DOWN.

This Thursday, "Fluffy" the orphan-no-more's mom is taking her family to L.A. and Fluffy will be living here for two whole weeks! She seems to have bonded with us already, and thinks that she is also a guinea piglet who should be living in my cage
with me.

Fluffy, not a chance! You are not a guinea pig! You a KITTEN!

Yeah, like that's gonna work.

But mom will sure be happy, and that means lots more energy for her = we get more treats, petting, lap time, Mahal's get more "socialization training" and RUNABOUTS GALORE!

Question is, will mom give her back at the end of the two weeks? Or dress her
up like a guinea pig and disavow any knowledge of a kitten having ever lived here?

We shall wait and see...

DOWN, YOU SILLY KITTEN!

TAJ MAHAL ENJOYS YOGA IN HIS BRIGHT PINK YOGA FEET!

WELCOME TO THE 'HOOD, WES!

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Dear Readers,

We are little guinea pigs, not avian zoologists, but it seems the name "barn owl" implies "owls who live in barns."

However, this is Southern California, after all, and Molly's brood has a preference for palm trees!

So be it.

Will Wes ever really move out of Molly's Owl Box?

Not yet, but at least she's found the rest of her brothers and they seem to be convincing her that
"life outside the box" can be pretty wild, once you've discovered the perfect palm tree.

Also, the Mahals now let mom pet them when she feeds them and they are beginning to like it!

So, here's to wildlife, in palm trees or on Runabout in our new apartment: may we embrace life
each in our own peculiar, wonderful ways!

Today, mom and I did our yoga, so

Namaste, peoples of the world,

YUM-YUM

GOOD MORNING!

"Raj and Taj bid each other G'day
before launching and plunging, THEN
lunging and lounging:
a pleasure we share, called
OUR FIRST BREAKFAST HAY!"

~ Poem by YumYum

LEGENDS SPEAK OF A THING CALLED "THE SUN"

Hey, Raj, I heard mom use the word "s.u.n." today...is this what it feels like?

Taj, I dunno, but whatever this bright warmth coming through our window is, me likes, me likes alot!

SEABIRD AND ORCA PLAYING: FOR AMANDA AND OBOE

BIRDS BEARING GIFTS FOR ONE ANOTHER

TORN UP AND DOODLED ON SCRAPS

UNFINISHED FOR A DECADE...RAVEN, SO PATIENT

UNFINISHED OWLIE-DOODLE

MOM'S DRAWINGS FROM WHEN SHE WORKED AT ZOO

TAJ'S FIRST "MOM-CUDDLE"

Hi all,
Before mom leaves for her new Tai Chi class we have to let you know that instead of Wesley flying away last night, her beloved brother, Austin, CAME BACK TO THE OWL BOX! So, no empty nest yet, now TWO owls where there should be none, and mom re-TWITTERED herself to be with her PEEPS thinking last night was goodbye to all...not anymore!

P.S. it didn't kill me to cuddle, should i do it again?

Love,

Taj