MONDAY ON THE URBAN ART FARM

Dear Readers,

Happy Wintry Monday here in the Great Pacific Northwest.  This past week has been so eventful we don't even know where to begin, perhaps at the end would be best:  Fluffy has found her perfect Forever Home in a story
we promise to tell you when we miss her a little less...OK, so we miss her! Sue us!

Also, the Molly eBook will be coming out soon, and a hardback to follow in October.  The eBook is for the adult MODS (who are going NUTS without live streams on 24/7, geez. people, get a life!) and the hardback
will be for children, so they will be different.  Mom wrote an email to the author and he asked her permission
to print portions of it in his book(s) so that made us all happy! We piggies are now part of the Molly Legacy!
Yeah, guinea pigs!
(Editor whispering.)
Mom thanked me for the inspiration to write the email that inspired the author to include something very important from the TWEET stream in the book...says it's all about ME! MEEEeeeeeeeeeeee! WHEEEK!

(NOTE FROM EDITOR: NONE OF IT IS ABOUT GUINEA PIGS. IF YOU BUY THE BOOK,
YOU WILL SEE ABSOLUTELY NOTHING ABOUT GUINEA PIGS.)

And, now that our little Hairball is happily ensconced (and, no doubt, being TOTALLY SPOILED!) in her new home, we are back to morning feeding and socialization for the Mahals in our Runabout Pen, so we are having a whole lot of fun, running around,
receiving special breakfast treats, and lots more attention from mom!  First it was Molly's Owl Box,
then it was Fluffy, now it is US ALL TO HERSELF!

WHEEK! HAPPY US. HAPPY MOM. WILL SUMMER EVER COME?

And life in the City may look pretty but mom says she felt safer in Brooklyn and Manhattan when she
lived there for a month trying it out. She had a lot of adventures and also recognized just what a city
girl she's NOT! So, here we are living in the city.  Having adventures very different from the ones we
had exploring the pond, marsh, woods, salmon stream, waterfalls, eagles's nest, listening to birds in the
morning, at dusk, all night the frogs and coyotes and owls, and none of them insane, drunk, drug
addicts, racists, or sexual predators - who live IN this apartment complex - stalking mom!

(NOTE: when mom first moved into the condos the summer of 1999, however, all of those things
DID EXIST THERE, not to mention the meth lab(s) but, as more owners moved in to their own
homes the place cleaned up so nicely that by the time we moved OUT, it was a close community of
predominantly sane, sober humans who cared about their animals and one another, for the most part.)

Sometimes we hear mom joke that she isn't always certain whether it is safer here in the building where
we now live or on the streets where there's always a store to hide in, if necessary...but, once
INSIDE THE APARTMENT, mom can lock the door and feel safe, provided no one is lurking
outside the window for hours staring in to get a glimpse of her...good times. Good times, all.

Mom is practicing something she calls her "cloak of Invisibility" and, so far,
it seems to be working:  when she finds herself in a dangerous situation she begins meditating,
places her gaze inwards (even though her eyes remain open) and pretends to be invisible!
Yesterday being Sunday, she found herself walking home on her walker on a deserted street
when two unholy looking characters appeared on the sidewalk walking towards her. Rather
than cross the street and attract attention to herself, she put on the "invisibility cloak" and walked
right past them on the sidewalk, looking back afterwards to see where they were: it was as if
they never even saw her!  And they walked one way, mom walked the other way, got home
safely, and still ponders how we have ended up here.  We love all the light streaming through
the windows, even on cloudy days, and plan to stay.  So, here's to Morning Breakfast Runabouts
and Invisibility Cloaks, and the magic of Good People mom also meets!

Enjoy the brief, heartwarming video of Molly's Owl Box eBook, then please explain to us all
what an eBook is! Thank you.

Molly The Owl eBook

WHERE "THE BEST" PARTY ACTUALLY WON THE ELECTION!

Icelandic comedian to become Reykjavik's mayor - Telegraph: "- Sent using Google Toolbar"

Dear Readers,

Did you know that we guinea pigs are political activists? When it comes to polar bears, ya'betcha!
With polar ice melting, polar bears have been swimming all the way to Iceland for safe refuge...
and what have they received for their faithful efforts? They get shot dead!

Yeah. Fortunately, a new political party led by comedian Jon Garr just swept into the mayor's
elections in a city with a long name AND WON! POLAR BEARS CAN SWIM TO ICELAND NOW
AND BE FREE! O.K. not free, put in a zoo...but not shot!

We sent in our own special ballots because we are all THE BEST!

AND FOR ONCE IN OUR LIVES, THE GOOD GUY WON.

Enjoy, brave new world!

FOR "FLUFFY"

"Not to hurt our humble brethren is our first duty to them,
but to stop there is not enough. We have a higher mission -
to be of service to them wherever they require it."

~ St. Francis of Assisi

It has been a privelege here at PandaPigSanctuary to have
been given the responsibility to care for, nurture, love, and
allow Fluffy to grow and become strong before finding her
"forever home" as much as our heart broke giving her up.
We are deeply honored and grateful, all of us, for the trust
given by God to care for this lost, helpless orphan with all our
heart, all our soul, and all our might before saying, "Farewell,
Fluffy, you have touched our hearts and will never be forgotten."

RAJ AND TAJ PREPARE FIELD FOR GUINEA PIG "WORLD CUP" MATCH WITH WOODEN SOCCER BALL (ON LEFT)

3 LITTLE PIGGIES, ALL SNIFF FOR KITTY... WHERE SHE, MOM?

"WHERE KITTEN, MOM?"

Dear Readers, Today our friend Fluffy found a perfect "forever home" and i's not believin' we misses kitty. (also gonna get new name: YEAH! we's very happy 'bout THAT!)

Long, very sweet story: When mom feels better - she always sick, dat mom! - she help me tell you beautiful story wid happy,
poignant ending.(please remind if we forget, because you will love it, too, promise)...

In today's world: A genuine, true-life HAPPY ENDING...AND A NEW BEGINNING... Not goin' back to old owner, found new home and mom says story will bring us to sweet, little-bitty guineaPig tears:  We's not gonna miss dat thing, but - sniff, sniff - we miss dat thing...where she, mom? Mom says God has placed her in the best imaginable home and she got free extensive vet care first! now mom in bed but also first good news about Raj: he never purred before, very ferrety and snooty on mom...yesterday would not accept bright yellow organic $4 pepper she got for our Vitamin C, UNTIL she hand-fed him, petted him while he ate, AND DAT BOY PURRING FOR FIRST TIME ON MOM! SAY HE LOVE HER NOW WON'T EAT WITHOUT HER LOVE HIM BACK AT SAME TIME?
WHEN DAT HAPPEN?! now Both Mahals lovins' mom! since April dey's all: we gots each other, we don't need her...but she keep lovin' on them. hard to get piggies who never been handled, doesn't like people if not touched from childhood so not lovin' mom at all, always runnin' away and snooty! she patient, she keep on lovin' on dem anyway, NOW IT PAYIN' OFF!
Mom says she gonna hork a hairball, gotta go to bed, so we tell ya's more real soon.

today 2 blocks away the Harley-Davidson Big Burley Biker Show wids tattooed womens all over, den tonight da Saturday night EEEEvangelical Street Tent Revival for JESUS! ooohhh, can't miss it? why? 'cause is across OUR STREET. and upstairs, while mom nearly in tears with migraine, somebody playin' soccer against dey's wall! is that what "Oh, HaPPY dAY" song about? world cup RIGHT UPSTAIRS!

Edwin thinks our new life funny! All big security in new building but can't save us from the peoples who all locked inside! Says we lives in an exclusive "gated community" where dey's locked IN da crazy people and surround rest of crazy people just outside us! Downtown Bellinghamsterville...we's not on Scudder Pond anymore...

mom says pretend we in our beautiful, cozy little apartment with big, bright, sunny windows but nothing below us or above us, "only sky" (thank you, John Lennon)...imagine floating in the pretty, pretty sky, like Heaven...

just don't look OUT windows or go OUT door  (and don't let nothin' come IN window - like mom's glaring, lurking stalker - or come IN door - like tattooed Jesus wearing leather chaps sporting black, shiny German WWII helmet gunning his Harley)


...only we 4  in our sunny, little space-apartment, floating alone in pretty, pretty sky, like Heaven...

Mom says for us piggies to think like John when he wrote "Imagine" but maybe change a few words, make us happy:

IMAGINE all the people...living...with guinea pigs!

miss Fluffy
Wheek!!!!!

mom not gonna miss fluffy, no way

dear readers,

a LOT has been going on this week since Fluffy's mom, the apartment manager, who (by the by) does NOT live here, went on vacation: the poo hit da ! and we realize that bellingham may be a small city, but we is in da Projects, man, and is rough here! we got callin' cops, people got calling child protective services, got a gang a kids gone WILD running through everythin' knocking down stuff, jumpin' on cars, fighting over a baby stroller, pushing it into cars, pulling bottles and blankets out, playing tug of war with dat thing, until mom notice...

OOPSY! had a baby in it! she call da police but dey's didn't do nothin' then people got real mad about it and
all the neighbors is out watching, taking pictures, calling cops, child protective services, (ain't NONE of these kids got PARENTS?!)

then one man real mad JUST FURIOUS PATRIOT
cause his neighbor from India cooks curry and curry "NOT AMERICAN! I HAVE TO SMELL IT AND IT IS NOT NOT NOT AMERICAN SMELL IN MY HALLWAY" and yellin' bout the un-American curry smell and mom got her own sexual predator stalking her: ONLY A FEW DAYS AFTER WE MOVE he come and knock on door at night, she no answer, was like: WHAT THE?!@@## THEN just last week he stand outside OUR BIG sunny, open WINDOWS FOR HOURS waiting to see mom appear then start making all kinda motions on her so that night she crawling around on floor till dark enough to stand up and close blinds and not get seen but don't get dark till nearly ten, so a lot a crawlin' mom did that night and now she ready to throw her walker on his man-parts if he come NEAR her (already molested two womens!) but he bother mom ONE MORE TIME she break his manPlace then get restraining order then he get kicked out. mom not wanna be violent...not wanna get in trouble, too, but already told manager(fluffy mom) before she left on vacation: he NO TOUCHIN MOM! so, she trying to be non-violent and loving while planning trajectory of throwing walker - she bad, maybe, too...but scared! no background checks around here?

and mom met the lady who called CPS, and she old, with infant so mom say, oh, is that you grandson, he is adorable, and she sat dere, look at mom, says "No."  Awkward Silence ensued...then says but she gots grandchildren, too...(BIG WHOOPSY, MOM!) and now Fluffy got diarrhea so mom called fluffy mom in LA and she not call back and everyone say she fired (?!) so now mom don' know if she even comin' BACK for Fluffy, been gone a week, hadn't called once, now we's wondering what up and fluffy starting to lay on mom, purring, run out an greet mom all the time,  but loves us more

all a big fat we-don't-know-what-kinda week, (or what the **** we've gotten ourselves into, YIKES!) so stay tuned...we living in da looney bin. but mom likes her neighbor, "Napolean Dynamite" exactly but very sweet and we not even gonna mention OTHER neighbors...oh my, oh dear, oh my, oh dear...

MMMMmmmmm.....dream of toys and love

fluffy pooped

WAZZA?

mousie wore fluffy out
i's just a little kitten, mousie gonna get it
when fluffy wake up,
or tomorrow
MOM! TUCK ME IN NOW!
fluffy gonna squeak, make momma come
and pick up fluffy and tuck fluffy in
hee-hee

see how hard fluffy fought on da mousie
YumYum got pitchers next!

i's Fluffy

dis my mousie
fluffy loves mousie
fluffy gonna GET dat mousie









fluffy chasin' dat mousie