Is Chai Coming Home?

Edwin been calling mom a lot lately about Chai. Seems like he's been getting into more and more trouble and keeping Edwin awake and then it hard for Edwin to go to work. Been like that always, except Chai lived with us nearly ten years out at the Wildlife Refuge. When we moved here the place too small and Chai gotta go walk like a dog and run like a cheetah so he went to live with Edwin and Sami in Seattle. Now, Chai is way too much Bengal cat, bred too close to that wild animal, we is sure! He makes the weirdest, loudest, scariest noises about 3 a.m. just to wake everybody up!
No other reason. Once everybody up and can't go back to sleep, he is satisfied and HE goes back
to sleep. It drivin' Edwin crazy. And mom always misses Chai but we says the only ones waking her up in the middle of the night is US so she told Edwin and now he stuck with waking up because Chai likes it.

Chai our SuperHero!

THIS GONNA KEEL YA!

Looks adorable on a baby barn owl. Not so much on mom, though! Read our report in the next post. It ain't pretty. (So we included our'Polo thanks to Lor-I-Kink's Mercy on EveryReader, including us!)

Apolo to the RESCUE!

{Lor-I-Kink pic!}

Whoa, have we got a good one for ya now! Mom forgot about a disease she had until the past few weeks when the symptoms became so severe that when she heard someone mention it that dim light bulb in her head went off and she went> "OH! I HAVE THAT!" which explains why her head has begun (again) to unexpectedly roll off her neck onto her shoulder or the steering wheel and her left arm starts swinging to and fro disconnected from the rest o'her...bff Susan sez "It's like a marionette but someone cut the strings!" cuz Susan remembered when it was happening years ago...mom walk around and that left arm just swingin' to-and-fro like it taped or glued on somewhere but about to fall off: SUCH a riot!

It called Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome (she also got Wolff-Parkinson-White Syndrome so you can see why all these Syndromes getZ confoozled, but that a heart thing) and it is kinda that she so elastic her body parts starts just hangin' off her like disconnected...she afraid a policeman gonna be driving behind her and see that head o'hers suddenly disappear and he stoppin' her wid her head lying on her shoulder (she has to actually use her hands to put it back up, seriously!) so she tryin' not to drive. If it happens here downtown nobody gonna bother cuz here in B-Ham everybody crazy one way or 'nother although, all things considered, it still pretty high on the "CRAZY BELLINGHAMSTER" Chart!

We has notified our rheumatologist down in Mt. Vernon and mom doing lots of yoga (can't fall down if you already on the floor) hoping to build enough core and muscles to keep herself together (STOP LAUGHIN' GUINEA PIGS! IT MOM WE TALKING 'BOUT!) Oh, who am I kidding, can you imagine a drunk walkin' down the sidewalk seein' mom head just roll off?! WAHHHHH! THAT
JUST TOO MUCH, OH I CAN'T BREATHE LAUGHIN' SO HARD, STOP ME, LORD HAVE
MERCY ON US, WE GOTS TO BREATHE!

Anyway, so she back on the yoga mat trying to stick her parts back together and 'Polo helpin' her with some o'those bendy poses so they don't get stuck...I mean, so mom don't get stuck, not "THEY" don't get stuck, cuz that would imply... !@@##Uh-OH!

The rest of us is doin' pretty good, laughin' at mom a lot and she going to the farm store to buy us lots of goodies cuz the downtown place trying to get her to adopt two more piggies so she ain't goin' there no more ..
OH GOOD NEWS! The Best Friends Animal Sanctuary now helpin' mom since she can't go to their Animal Rescue Convention in Vegas (again) this year and their small animal person got pictures of us yesterday but she liked MacNutPie the best so I is LEAVIN' DA BUILDING!

Yum-Yum OUT!

Coconut: "MOM! WHERE YOUR HEAD???"
(EVERYBODY LAUGHIN' SO HARD WE'S GRABBIN' OUR FAT BELLIES AND ROLLIN' OVER IT LOOK SO FUNNY!!!! OH YOU JUST GOTTA SEE IT TO BELIEVE IT! Even
'Polo had to turn away in HORROR he gigglin' so hard!) He got good taste in shoes, that 'Polo.
Gotta say...better taste than Richard's new (OH NO YOU DidN'T "hair do") too greasy. But
keeps it from blowin' way in a sandstorm...we guess.

Note from Richard: "RETHINK POSSIBLE"

Notice Richard's new "do" from Kabul? Yeah, we have, too. Mom called him on it and said "What up with all that product in your hair, dear?" and he just shouted into his SmartyPants Phone: "RETHINK POSSIBLE!" so mom put product on our hair and we put product on her hair so now all we need is to find someMODy SMART wid a PHONE to send him our pictures!
(oh, and they is NOT PRETTY, make no mistake, NOT!)

~ YumYum Out!

Calvin Gets His LURVE On!

Although Calvin is older than all us he is littler, too, mom and the vet think he might have been starved some, but it not fair he gets special treatment sometimes!

Who got a special soft kitten bed? Calvin the small.

Who got a special soft blanket in his special soft kitten bed? Calvin the small.

Who cuddles in his special soft blanket in his special soft kitten bed next to mom at night when she goes to bed? Calvin the small.

Who can bend hisself IN HALF like a forward bend in yoga? Calvin the small! Ain't nobody ever seen nothin' like it, maybe his glass bones is more like Gumby bones cuz he just folds hisself in HALF now when he has his special bedtime cuddle and it kinda freaks our freak, even mom, who asked if he'd been using her yoga mat when she not home...

Well, no matter. He gets special treatment. We all do, each in our own ways. True. Each one of us tells mom how we wants to be loved and what we likes best, and we's all different, mainly we likes to wiggle around too much to settle into the bedtime thing they do.

But, for little pink-faced Calvin, life is good.

And today my own health took a turn for the better, too, we thinks the prednisone finally kicking in and my back don't hurt so bad: I started eating my hay again, jumped up on my box house, and mom called the vet to tell her. But I likes to hide a lot more now and mom lettin' me...Still, i's the only one who getZ her Special Scrunchy Scratches! My cage (and Calvin's, of COURSE!) RIGHT NEXT TO HER BED so she just leans over, opens the front door, and I get my Special Scrunchy Scratches and act like I don't know she also rubbin' prednisone cream into
my ear...she thinks she outsmartin' me cuz I won't take oral medicine, but it O.K. if she think that.
Cuz she don't do much thinkin' otherwise! In fact, she just remembered being diagnosed with a rare disease that would explain a lot of her symptoms (diagnosed back in Seattle) and all these YEARS she forgot to follow up on it here in B'Ham! GEEZ-A-LOO, mom, GET A CLUE!
We takes the best care of her we can, but y'can only do so much...

And nobody knows better than you, dear reader, NO-BUDDY!

HI, MAC-NUT-PIE HERE...

Hey, just to keep y'all "in the loop" the vet called this morning and it still possible YumYum has cancer, not from his mammary gland tumors but a large tumor in his lymph node behind his front right leg. Mom has chosen to stay in denial since all she does is cry anyway and she and vet is doing everything they can...just a few little things don't seem right, like he not wanting his hay and two times kinda
fell over like he been drinkin' moonshine, but the prednisone cream mom puts on his ear seems to be helping, cuz this morning for the first time he jumped up on his new box house (had to take his loft out so he didn't fall off it) and he got to survey his herd perched upon his new box house, so he is still happy and being YumYum but just wanted to let y'all know...

Otherwise, I have been chasing and humping Coconut so much she getting feisty and turnin'into a SMACKDOWN! She a hottie and now hideZ in her box-house and when i comes in to "get her good" she rushes at me with so much attitude I backs off in surprise...needs me more stealth! Yeah, stealth.

Gonna get me some STEALTH then have me some Coconut Cream PIE!MMmmm!

Sincerely,
MacNutPie

Calvin "PepperZ" the TRUTH!

Mom, I would never eat a pepper on your bed because that
would make me poo and then I would eat my poo and
I would never do that on your bed!

YumYum: "Liar! Liar! Pants on Fire!"

Calvin: "Be NICE. I am made of glass, you know!"

"Just admit you're eating a pepper in mom's bed
because we all know what comes next!"

Calvin: "Cuddles, lots of cuddles from mom. If I finish
it before she notices! nom-nom-nom-n-ooooommmmmm.
Hi mom, I was just meditating...mmm-n-ommmm (cough)."

"Oh, my little precious, are you all right?
YumYum, what's with the attitude? I'll cuddle you next!"


Ain't gonna wanna be in your bed next...

"What?"

Nothing. G'night, Calvin, mom, Raj - that was a nice flute, by the way,
Taj, I saw you eat it, and nighty-night to you and you, McPies, sleep tight."

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz..................

HOW TO BUILD A FLUTE by Raj Mahal

Wake up from nap...mebbe.

Mebbe don't wake up from nap...just snuggle and build flute in head first.
Yeah, sounds like a plan! Hmmm, not to mention the "Dedication..."
Must absolutely be dedicated to Nashville Ann...O.K. Yeah, that!

O.K. Nap over, let's get to work on our flute! First, collect raw materials.

Second, do what we always does, eat it! Eat it good!

TA-DAAAAAH! Now that we have a flute, I am going to run away because I am too humble
to take all the credit I rightfully deserve for waking up, going back to sleep, waking up AGAIN,
finding raw material in pristine (i.e. unchewed) condition, then fashioning a beautiful musical
instrument to be played later when we gets hungry - I mean, when we feels musical.
Ya, dat my story and I stickin' to it: Musical!

nom-nom-nom...."TAJ! THAT'S NASHVILLE ANN'S FLUTE YOU RODENT!"
TAJ: "I am non-plussed, unimpressed, and shall comsume her flute..."

"MOM! Taj ate my new flute!"

Mom?...stupis migraines!...now i gotta write a note to NashAnn...
a condolence card:
Dear Nashville Ann,
You flute died.
Sorry.
Love, Raj Mahal, BIG fan

Mom's Meditation/StayCation Dances With Bees

Mom's "Pony" Miss Daisy, Vintage 1999 Subaru Forester, vehicle of Choice in PacNW

Ya, she got big boobies, get over it! So do I and I'm a boy guinea pig... It happens.
Finding out mine ain't cancer makes us not care WHAT you think of our boobies!
Just wish she wouldn't "sculpt" those arms by weight-lifting us! She said weights
were too heavy and to think of it as an amusement park ride: Up-Breathe Out,

Down, Breathe In...We bit her. Seriously, mom, how Stupis you think we are?

Iz we CanuckIcans? Or AmeriCucks? (NO!)  or...well, on the Border Patriotic!

Don't NOBODY tell CD3 how much salmon, salmon, salmon, salmon they got here...DON'T!
We shall not tell her, either.
"Yo! Miss Piggy, y'ain't gonna believe how much -"
{EDITOR: "YumYum?"}
Nothing.

Iz we back in Iowa? No, this is Birch Bay, Washington on a "Summer Day"

OH NO YOU ISN'T! RON, YOU ISN'T!

RON, THE SWARMINATOR, COMMUNES WITH HIS BEES! (notice no beekeepin' attire?)

Ron pointed out just how much pollen his beeZ is currently bringin' in from the fields!
Look at all the itty-bitty (not to them, though) orange "saddle-bags" they is carryin' to
their QUEEN! They was very cool, actually, now we lurves bees, too!

At the entrance to the Birch Bay Meditation Center where bees are also invited to meditate.
Maybe that why they such calm, nice bees...Ron and Mom was up close and personal and
they nodded in passing but kept busily bringing pollen into the hive. Now that's some
MELLOW MEDITATN' BEES!

Today was a great day! Mom was able to drive, walk, meditate, and dance with bees. Now
she home wid us and we gonna make her pay for bein' away so long:
Three, Two, One:"WHEEEEEEEEEEEK!"


Who loves ya, Baby?!

Do Mom Miss The Political Glitz?

The next post poignantly reminds us of all mom gave up to travel West where she could live in a tiny
little apartment in da Cavidae Nation...such sacrifice! While we don't have fried butter dogs at our
Fair, Artisans Gallery reportedly DID SERVE chocolate-covered bacon at last Friday Night's Gala!
(and it weren't no veganBac'Neither!)

P.S and while one o'her bestest evah friends back there keeps threatening to send a moving
van to pack us all up and "bring us back home" we know she only doin' it cuz she already done
rescued that burnt up little terrier but exactly two weeks or four weeks or some time ago she
found a mama cat wid her FIVE widdle kittens under her porch, completely abandoned by her
neighbor, and NOBUDDY will take them, not a shelter, not a Humane Society, not a farmer,
not nobody from FOX NEWS, not a candidate, not a non-candidate (Sarah, ya, she there in
dat BUS!) nobody TAKING THOSE KITTENS OR THEY MAMMA so now she got her
doggie and six kitties and she keep on callin' us: "I'm NOT A CAT PERSON!" what she says...
to which we reply in unison: "Ya is now, Nancy, ya is NOW!"

We doesn't know why we can't line up our posts anymore, mom done mess dis up when
she had that last migraine and we can't FIX IT! mom: can't live widdout her but she can
work your last raw nerve if you's a pigula for perfection. we loves her anyway.
i might have to pee on her pillow if she don't get dis fixed cuz it makes me look stupid when my literary proZe don't line up...her pillow gettin' used to it and when she wakes up in mortification
we all six of us shake our heads as if "mom, ya did it again, but we know ya didn't mean to,
just wash it and we won't tell NOBODY!" yeah, what a kick!

How Could Mom Have EVER Left Iowa?!

Hulu - The Daily Show with Jon Stewart: Corn Polled Edition: Candidate Tent Coverage

For those of you who think of us as Pacific Northwest'rs, think AGAIN!

Mom a prairie girl through and through. And she misses the Heartland

because it's the only place you can eat stuff that'll land your heart in

de-Fib faster than a fox can pounce on a mouse!

Watch what mom left to become a mountain girl.

Was it right? You decide.

P.S. She was a Hawkeye, not a Cyclone. If ya don't
get it, no worries. The ones who do get will GET IT GOOD!

I'll Have a Latte With FOUR Piggies, Please

Mom been havin' a so-so week and we wanted to surprise her so Coconut had four babies this morning and we put them in her espresso cups and when she woke up she was...well, surprised might not be the word but we can't exactly print THE WORD here, so, just imagine four baby guinea pigs on a LOT of caffeine (they had to drink it before they fit in the cups, DRrrrrr!) and...pray for mom.
(It was her lattes.)

We won't. We thought it was funny!

O.K. so it's a plan, not yet hatched, but it gonna if glassy-bone Calvin getZ ahold o'Coconut which he
nearly did when mom had to clean cages wid such a bad migraine she put them all in the same cage
cuz she forgot...now that what we call a BIG OOPSIE GONNA CALL!

Calvin may be glassy-boney but still got cajones!

Peace Out,
YumYum, Spinal Fusela ExtraOrdinaire