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HE'S ALREADY OURS, DO YOUR RESEARCH, PEOPLE, DON'T YOU READ OUR BLOG?

Good Morning, Paul, don't worry, we got your back(s) ????...however many there may be!

PAUL PREDICTS NAME CHANGES FOR US?

YumYum whispered through the hay that Paul senses mom considering a name change for us Mahals!

Eeeek! Why? Paul said that mom won't admit it, but most of the time she can't remember who is Raj
and who is Taj and now that we are becoming tame it is time to call us by names we also recognize and
that Raj and Taj sound too much alike. Paul said she recently found our original adoption papers and
one of us was named "Cooper" and, although she's not sure which one that is, she likes the name for
Raj...

Dear Readers,
Please ask mom to accept her cognitive brain-fog with grace and LEAVE US OUT OF IT! We are Raj
and Taj Mahal and what - is she gonna start calling me "Jack" or something? (Paul sensed she was
thinking of just calling me "Brown" since it's a name she would not forget.)  I've always been brown!
But I am also Taj Mahal, and will not respond to "Brown" as it is not dignified enough for a swirly, silky
Abyssianian as gorgeous, special, and humble as me!

Love,
Taj Mahal and please tell mom you love us the way we are. Many gracious thanks. MAHALS 4EVER!

PAUL PREDICTS...

Dear Readers,

Paul IS PSYCHIC! We were teasing him last night after mom went to bed.   After living in Germany, he was nonplussed by
anything we could throw at him. Tough-skinned little 'pus!

So, Taj taunted him to make a prediction about mom!

He grew quiet and thoughtful, turned those big eyes inwards, and remained unmoving for a nonosecond.

"Mom will wake up tomorrow morning with a half-eaten pop tart in her bed," he calmly informed us.

WHAT THE?!@@#$%#!

WE LAUGHED SO HARD THAT WE ALL ROLLED ON OUR BACKS AND HAD TO HOLD IN OUR LITTLE (EDITOR: NOT SO LITTLE) TUMMIES WITH OUR WEE LITTLE FEET, CONVULSING WITH HYSTERICAL GIGGLES!

It was fun. We decided to name Paul the "Psycho Psychic" Octopus!

UNTIL...

This morning mom came out of the bedroom, bleary-eyed, with a puzzled expression on her already permanently puzzled
face, and informed us that she did not understand life. "Would you guys believe I woke up with a half-eaten pop tart in my
bed this morning? Was I sleepwalking last night, fellas?"

We froze. Looked at one another. Said not a word.

"Well, I don't get it," she mumbled, tumbling into the kitchen for some coffee. "Don't get it, that's something Edwin
would do, not me, don't get it, don't get it..."

Paul IS PSYCHIC! If his flawless World Cup predictions didn't prove it, this absolutely DID.

EEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWW......are we gonna have some fun with Paul, the Psychic Octopus!

love,
YumYum

PAUL THE OCTOPUS, "OUR OCTOPUS"

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If you watch long enough you will hear his very own song.

But you will also see what grisly fate awaited him had he not taken refuge here with us.

The octopus store gave us World Cup mollusks for him.

What's a mollusk, mom?

PAUL THE OCTOPUS!

JUST LOOK INTO THOSE BIG BEAUTIFUL EYES and you will
understand why we invited Paul the Octopus into our refuge after
German soccer fans threatened to throw him into a frying pan with
some olive oil and beer: hey, HE wasn't PLAYING ON YOUR TEAM,
people, so don't shoot the messenger. He can't help being psychic any more than you couldn't help losing the World Cup!

People, people!

So, now Paul is here with us, a 'Pus in the City and he is adjusting,
although not certain how he feels about guinea pigs and eating
wheatgrass...perhaps we will find him some Octopus food tomorrow
at the Octopus store downtown. Paul, we welcome you home!

PEACE MANDALA BY CHILDREN

On Saturday, July 10, the Birch Bay Meditation Center, where mom goes to meditate when she can, held their
second annual "Nature Art Fest" for kids and the theme was "Colour Me Peaceful." This is a free, all day, outdoor camp experience
offered for low-income & special needs children in the community ages 5 - 12,  run completely through volunteers and donations. Over 50 kids attended this year!

Beneath each of their "mandala stones" contains a word, a wish, for the world.

We thank all who participated because, clearly, peace is Colourful!

The Birch Bay Meditation Center is a beautiful, quiet retreat nestled amidst deep woods, open fields, an organic garden,
bee-hives, ponds, spectacular views of the San Juan Islands and is dedicated to serving the community through
the Science of Spirituality
as taught by Sant Rajinder Singh.

Mom made it out of bed yesterday and spent the whole day there, enjoying the company of other meditating friends
spending the afternoon together in the orchard with healthy, organic, home-made popsicles. Hip, hip, hooray
for days of wellness and peace enjoyed amongst like-minded, spiritual friends!

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PandaPigSanctuary has issued an official invitation to Paul to take refuge here with the vegan guinea
pigs who would never throw him into a frying pan and would work to find him a mate in one of the
Giant Pacific Octopus Ladies living off our octopus friendly coastline. Paul, your psychic abilities may
not be appreciated in Germany but the Americans never really had a chance, so we'd love to host
you should you care to swim "across the pond" into friendlier waters.

P.S. Please be sure to avoid the Gulf of Mexico. Thank you.

Love,
Pigs for Paul

IT WAS INEVITABLE...

It was inevitable...when Fluffy first went to her forever home it was so quiet and peaceful, plus we piggies regained 100%
of mom's attention...and it was good.

But, mom is known to have delayed reactions to events that overwhelm her. So, knowing this time would come, we hatched
a plan: Raj and Taj agreed to act like they were getting tame by climbing onto mom's lap when they hung out together in our Runabout pen and- for awhile- it worked. But this week mom didn't get out because of being in bed with a migraine, and she didn't have much else to think about... that is never good!

She (O.K. FINE! ALL OF US) recognized how much we really did love that fluffy grey ball of feline fun and sweetness...and we all felt pretty sad this week, missing her an awful lot, to our surprise!

Mom cried, so the Mahals tried even harder to convince her they were tame, crawling up on her lap, letting her brush and grooom them (except Raj freaks when his "tailfeathers" come out in the comb because they are matted) but we all played with mom and purred and popcorned and did not complain about the heat, and let her have her headache without making more than the usual demands...LOVE US MORE, FEED US MORE, PLAY WITH US MORE!

TODAY we are finally feeling better so mom joined us in defiantly messing up the house because for the third or fourth time the "suits" from the (LOL!) "Management Co."  (hee-hee, they are so funny!) have issued yet more inspection notices - although, they have yet to come ONCE - (everything is breaking in our place, every day it's something new) so we are not cleaning up!

Instead, we are now going to bed. And dream of a quiet night of no Harley-Davidson's gunning their engines, no construction noise waking us up, no drummers banging and pounding on their drums and cymbals after
10 p.m., no fireworks in the parking lot directed towards our windows, no calling 911 and not having the intercom work to let them in, dreaming that the elevator will work, the dishwasher will work, the fridge won't go Arctic and freeze all our food again, the kitchen cabinets will not fall off, the electrical outlet will not come completely out of the wall, nobody calls the police for any reason, nobody lurks outside glaring into our windows waiting for a glimpse of mom, and kids dressed like the the terrorists from the Munich massacre do not over-run the parking lot, knock over recycle bins, trash cans, or throw things off the upper floors down at the parked cars taking refuge here. Faux refuge. Not to mention worse things we won't mention.

We residents are going to unite and overthrow the management company and demand certain things!
One day. Maybe.

Special thanks to the Whatcom Fire Department for putting out the "hot spots" of fire simmering in the front entrance to our building on the night of July 4th.  Fortunately, we only saw the rockets aimed at us from the BACK of the building. One can only take so much...

We aren't on Scudder Pond anymore...sigh.

Tonight, right now, we are going to sleep. Tomorrow is another day: sigh.

love, Yum-Yum

DARN KITTEN: STOLE OUR HEARTS AND TOOK THEM WITH HER TO HER "FOREVER HOME' AND WE MISS HER. GEE WHIZ!

SWINGIN' ATOP MY HAMMOCK HOUSE

Dear Readers,

Are you sweltering? We are keeping cool, but it hasn't been an easy week. So, it's nice to hop upon the top of my soft-house
and swing in the breeze with the wheatgrass...

Sorry readers, we got nothin' it's just H.O.T. ya know?

Loves ya's all,

YumYum

MOLLY'S TWO EGGS!

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Dear Readers,

Carlos just sent us these photographs of Molly tending to her sweet little eggs and we wanted to share them.
We don't know how many more she will lay because, apparently, McGee has been slackin' off a little on the
food drops... guinea pigs are not owl-o-logists, so we cannot speculate on whether that is normal or not.

If it was me, I'd be bringing her take-out pizza, Chinese, Italian, whatever her big heart desired, so we
could get lots more owlets to decorate California's palm trees...although we don't really know where the
owlies are now that neighboring palm trees are owl-free.

I would have been a great Daddy if mom hadn't snipped my manhood in the prime of my testosterone attacks.

Now we'll never...
(sniff)...know...how great a daddy I coulda been...just because i bite every other guinea pig i can doesn't
mean i would have, well, you KNOW...it's just too hot and that makes us morbid. Forgive us, won't you?

YumYum out, sniffle, too hot, too hot, we're doomed.

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