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

FLUFFY DISCOVERS THE BLISS OF MOM'S HEATING PAD!

BUT I WAKES UP, SOMETIMES...I IS CONFUSED.

AM I A KITTEN DREAMING I AM A GUINEA PIG, OR A GUINEA PIG DREAMING I AM A KITTEN?

DEAR READERS,

Our little darling, Fluffy, seems to be having an identity crisis:
#1. She does not know who or what we guinea pigs are
#2. Not having any feline siblings or friends here, she is not certain whether she herself is a kitten
#3. Why can't she enter our cages with us?
#4. What are we? What is she? Are we related?
#5. Why can't she play with us? We get to play with each other. (except me, YumYum, The Biter!)
#6. Why is life something a kitten does not understand?
#7. If she had her own blog, would she Know Things?
#8. She thinks we are funny, especially when Raj and Taj get hormonally revved up and chase each other around their cage
#9. She appreciates our entertaining her when mom is not home
#10. She does have more toys than we do, and that makes her really, really happy!
#11. We feel she will miss us when her family returns from their vacation. She thinks this is her "forever home" and is very happy.
#12. We began only tolerating her, but have to admit we feel some affection towards the little furball...it's all good here at PandaPigSanctuary, whether cavidae or felidae...it really is all good.

YumYum wishing the best to stray kittens. Fluffy, we might love you...just don't tell anyone, O.K. because I have a reputation as a tough guy to protect! As our friend from our old home says, gently to her mom, am: "wuf" (and she's a cat, too!)
Bedtime for all creatures, large and small: dream of Sun!

ALL THE WORLD'S A BLUR WHEN FLUFFY'S HEAD IS UP IN HER TOY CLOUD