Houston: WE HAVE A PROBLEM, BIG PROBLEM!

We have nothing to say. We have ordered special AAA airplaine eye cover thingies, becuawe we know we in trouble now.
mom has arisen (albeit bery, very briefly) to annoucne she is cured. now she tired from arising and lying down again.
yeah, this gonna help...read on, but be afraid, be VERY afriad! canot type better but this too important not to blog
in case you neverr hear from us again...she danced on us. so now you know. what you do with that informatiln is
to be determined by MOD Insecurity Council...prayers, rupees, water from Ganges, yoga lessons, and lettuce all
welcom.e.

sighned,
YumYum, the Astonished

FILE UNER: YOU GOTTA BE KIDDIN US!

THIS MUCH WE KNOW: MON NOT HER USUAL SELF and besidesc cannot type, she says she just realizedzed
she dodn't know how to dance Bollywood and how "The Cure" (cannot stop sobbing...sirry) has ben right in front
of us all along: she learn Bollywood dance and be bettr than evah.

P.S.(not kidding: ordered Bollywood dance instructional dvd today, see she already type beetrer?!)

P.S.S. TELL NO ONE: (our mom, she don't look like dis^ here^ but yuo didn't read it here: reallly, she DON'T!)

JAI HO: OH NO! HELP US PIGGIES, PLEASE!

YouTube - Slumdog Millionare - Official Jai Ho Music Video (HD)

^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^WATCH THIS, please, then help us!^^^^^^

JAI HOoooooo....Jai HOOOOOoooooo......

oH-No...ooooo.....*!*oh, NOOOOOoooooooo......

HELP.
US.
PLEASE.
mom ordered a video to learn to dance and sing bollywood
which exhausted her (ordering the video) so much she then
went back to bed,
from where, presumably, she will be performing in owlie
pajamas provided by PartridgePieBollywoodCostume Co.
we doesn't know whether to thank them or warn them...
Wheeek.
(we know if we See - or, worse, HEAR - her do dis we gonna all turn into pillars of salt!)

HOUSE A JEDI?

this post don't need no caption!

GUINEA PIGS 911: GET HOUSE!

Okee-Dokey! Just Ssshhhh! Not a word to Richard...
Richard WHO?
nobody...

SICK DAY: so pretty, so very, very pretty.

mom not well & don't look like her usual self...nice change though ---

{EDITOR: "YUM-YUM?!"}

"Just Pizza, mom, go back to bed!"

YumYum: she having Brain-ZINGO's = 'puter givin vertigo, migraine, nausea, dizziness, seizure, and fingerz not working...blah, blah, blah.
Dis her Happy Face without MODS to play with. But 'puter bad for mom, so we misses ever'MODy!

Raj Mahal: "YUM-YUM, call HOUSE!"

YumYum: "Dunnit."

Ding-Dong!
(uh-oH...MY!)

mom: "Who it?"

YumYum: "Tasty Pizza delivery, mom, you be pretty one day now!"

"Is it Richard?"

HOUSE: "Richard who?"

"Richard? Oh, he just the plumper."

Satisfied, HOUSE hobble-strides straight into the Caviary and the rest is

CLASSIFIED: "HOMELAND INSECURITY: Wheek Level 1!"

P.S. (and dat the BEST Wheek Level! Ssshhhh! Tell nobody,
tell EVERMODy, we is mixin' it UP!)

I AM AN ANTEATER, PROCLAIMS CAVY!

"Calvin, you are not an anteater, you are a guinea pig."
Calvin: "Nuh-UH!"
YumYum: "Uh-HUH!"
Calvin: " ? "
YumYum: "perhaps, with some fairy dust, ONE DAY..."
(hee-hee, got a real humdinger here, LOL! Geez-A-Loo!)

And thus, Calvin never became an anteater.
The end.

PRECIOUS, DARLING CALVIN

Calvin was more "thrust upon us" than sought after..for we had just lost Erica, and were grieving,

not in the mood to "replace" her...just wanting to get through the loss while supporting younger Coconut, her best friend. They arrived here as a pair...and then there was only one.

But the folks at the Farm and Feed Store actually saved this little rescue for us because they knew he was special. Mom was like, you've GOT TO BE KIDDING! And yet she went home and dutifully pulled the GuineaPigMobile into their Loading Zone where they already had lil'Cal locked and loaded, awaiting his new life!

To keep mom from changing her mind (which they knew she would not really do) the employees executed a rapid-deployment maneuver to get Calvin, his cage, his hay, his pellets, his supplies, and everything into the back of the old Forester before she even had a chance to put on the parking brakes! Away she drove with a little, underweight, four-year-old abandoned piggie named Calvin.

Well, the folks at the Farm and Feed Store nailed this one! He is total love. When mom comes home he actually races out of his pigloo to greet her like a doggie, waiting to be petted, fawned over, and loved, loved, loved. He was apparently not raised with other cavies and is not aware that he IS one. He is not particularly interested in the rest of us guinea pigs and only has eyes for mom.
He is the first rescue about whom mom has said, "He was once deeply loved by someone."
The rest of us never had that...before coming here. But he is different. Abandoned, yet so willing
to love again!

All of us adore him. He is so gentle, so kind. But he only has eyes for mom. He kisses her softly with his little pink lips and loves being kissed back. So do we, of course, but as Raj Mahal puts it: "no goodies, no kisses; although I'd be happy to bite ya, mom! Wheek, yeah, TREATS! LOVE YOU."

Mom got herself a bargain: Instead of saving him, Calvin saved us all from the heartbreak and grief we each experienced after losing Erica. And to give Calvin a super-large cage (the one he came in was completely unacceptable) mom asked MacNutPie if he would be interested in co-ed living with Coconut...he was! And so was she, lonely without her Erica, so "the Mac" was warmly welcomed  into her sad cage, which turned it into a Happy Cage for Two again!

All because of Calvin. We call him Calvin, the small, because he is the littlest cavy in the herd. But his heart, OH, that is so big it shall remain nameless because of its size: limitless!

And we love him: Calvin brought healing, joy, playfulness, whimsy, silliness, and laughter back into our grief-stricken lives. That is the power of Guinea Pig Rescue: they rescue their rescuERS. We all have, mom says, but we know she has a real soft spot for the one who loves to kiss her irregardless of whether he receives a treat in return: he loves for the sake of Loving. Maybe we all can learn from Calvin the small, whose heart embraces all!

Yours,
YumYum

CEREALLY: ENUF ALREADY!

The Tribe convened and the Tribe agreed that "we haz had it & we is moving" and dis is where we going.
Anybody know where it IS? Looks BRIGHT so we likes it.

Now: who gets to tell mom...we not even unpacked from moving one year ago...hmmm....who, who?

YumYum: "Oh, Calvin? CALVIN!..dat lookz like a sunny place to raise vegan cheezebirders, now go tell mom we iz movin' dere!"

Calvin the small: " ? "

YumYum: "be like NIKE: JUST DO IT!"

Calvin the small: " ? "

we not movin' is we?
HORK'N'DESERT!

Emphasis on "DOODLE"

MacNutPie is proud to present mom with the best Mother's Day Present EVAH! No more bedtime cuddle-cup cleanup duty for her!

We retract the previous announcement.
Doodie for mom. Still.

MacNutPie: "I wuz so shure. SO shure!"
YumYum: "Of course you wuz, widdle NUTpie, of course you wuz."
MacNutPie: "MOOOOoooooom!"
mom..."donuts 4 all! donuts 4 all! yeah, THAT'S IT!"
Calvin the small: " ? "
Raj Mahal sniffs air. "No donuts 4 all, whatchoo talkin'Bout, ma?"
Taj Mahal: "where my after-shave, who took my after-shave?"
mom: "donut man took it, know he did, just know it!"
Calvin the small: " ? "
and a happy mother's day was haddled by all.
thank you.
bye.

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY from the NOT Sunshine State of Mine...D.

Dear MODS, friends, compatriots, & You GO, PacMan (if you follow boxing, which we piggies do, because PacMan is the most generous humanitarian, like, EVAH, besides the best boxer in the entire WORLD! More than just the Kentucky Derby yesterday, Peeps! 'allo, 'allo, we loves PacMan)...uh, donut holes, where were we?

Oh, OH! um, no: of course the sun didn't come out but one day, a long time ago, in a universe far, far away it DID! and we have photographic evidence, see, because when i emerged from my special sleeping bag to sun my widdle toes (press pic for close-up of widdle toe-tappin')somebody with a lot of nerve and verve snapped this!

Oh, did that sunbath feel good...we wonder now (because it is already May, 'allo!) if it was real but we doesn't have Photoshop so, looks like it real: Sunbathing Tribal Elder-Chief of PigZ caught during rare moment of CHILLAXATION by some paparazzi! Where was Brangelina that we gotz paparazzi instead of pizza? Seriously, something not right, not right...
Happy Mother's Day from the NotEvah, NEVAH GonnaBe, Not Now, Not Tomorrow, Not-evah-sun-
shine state of mind. COME ON, SUN!

love,
your boy lollipop
 
P. S. not that we watched Pacquiao's fight last night because
we eschew violence, of course, but Calvin has requested we change
his Title from "Calvin the small" to "The Calvinator!"

who loves ya, Baby?
BESIDES "the Calvinator?"

Kilkenny Cat's New Camera

Our dear Kilk is wowing us with her first photographs using her new camera and we took the liberty of cropping her
precious Chloe for an abstracted close-up of one of our favorite friends.
She beautiful, or what?
Check out the way she uses her legs and paws to cover her face and the symmetry of dark markings on her face and tail. You can even see her black paw pads brushed softly by the tip of her tail.
How precious, Little Chloe curled up in dreams, her own dreams...

WeThinks that Kilk and Gizmomma starting a new revolution of Women Visionaries whose perspective of their world
as captured through their lenses and enshrined into our hearts will enrich us all.

Thanks, Kilk, and thanks, Giz, and thanks to all of you photographers out there whose shared vision gives us an extraordinary glimpse into a world we would otherwise never have experienced!
What a gift you and so many other MODS share so generously! Happy Mother's Day!