Holiday Shopping!

Mom had plans today. Big plans, we tell ya, really big plans! She slept from Friday night's ART gallery opening until early this morning and she was GOING PLACES, YUP! But then, she saw the apartment. OOOooooohhhhhh.......
And she didn't go no place. We helped her clean. And eat. And sleep. Then we did it all over again.
And we deserve presents. So, we went online and found that in the U.K. particularly, where they love
their cavies and hedgehogs, they make them lots of cozy cuddle cups to play with and animals to
get comforted by...below's post is only one example of how we are going to spend all the money mom
makes from her art. We are making a list and all deciding when our birthdays are.

Thank you,
Guinea pigs hearing firecrackers: MOM, STAY!

Cavy Couture - Fluffy Customers

Cavy Couture - Fluffy Customers

WE have some guinea pig birthdays coming up.

Not really. None of us knows when our birthday is.

We were all rescued. But if we DID have birthdays

we would want all this stuff.

Thank you,

Mom, draw more pictures and buy THIS for us:
"WHEEEEEEK!"

Sincerely,

anonymouse

CLOSE-UPS FROM THE CAVIARY

                                                         MacNutPie, the Curious

                                                                 Calvin, the small

                                                             Coconut, the Sumptuous!

Calvin the small, asleep with eyes open.

Why no close-ups of me, you ask? I am the new Art Director of all PhotoShoots, Caviidae.
That is why we are so beautiful. Don't hate me if you are not.

Humbly Yours,
YumYum: Art Director, Blogger, Dictator, Pirate, Lover, Auteur'Extraordinaire!

Guinea Pig Magazine - For All Things Guinea Pig

Guinea Pig Magazine - For All Things Guinea Pig

OMG! This has got to be the coolest website EVAH!

The piggies walk around pooping! And, when they

tell ya, you can press on one and hear it "Wheek!"

and they each have different voices! WE LURVES IT

and asked how we can contribute articles and photos

and even subscribe but we doesn't know how many

Spanish doubloons make one English pound...do you?

Have fun with these adorable widdle piggies...WE ARE!

"Squeeeeeeee!"

HAPPY 4th OF JULY!

Dear Friends,

Every one of our lil'buddies here has come to us as a loving gift from you! And this is only a small sampling of our Owl Herd, all of whom are joining us piggies for a Patriotic Celebration on this cool, sunny day in the Pacific Northwest! So, all our best wishes to each and every one of you and God Bless Our Troops and keep them safe...and may they return HOME ALREADY!

Mom has been sleeping since Friday night...we think this is Monday...she called it her "Beauty Sleep"...we think this is Monday. That's our story and we're stickin' to it!

HEY PIGGIES, DOES THIS MAKE ME LOOK...?

                                Not a skirt worn in mebbe 20 years? As girly as she capable of...
            we kinda thought "hmmm, she a girl zoo-keeper or with the Royal Mounty Wimmen?"

When mom asked if her swishy skirt made her look "F-t" our HOMELAND INSECURITY ALARMS EXPLODED!  FEMA (Forget Ever Mind Answeringthisquestion) arrived immediately, screaming: "There's NO RIGHT ANSWER, EVERYTHING YOU SAY > CAN AND WILL BE
USED AGAINST US...er...YOU! Stuff hay in your mouths, smile, and nod approvingly but SAY NOTHING! "

We never mind stuffing hay in our mouths...but...saying nothing?

S.E.A.L. Team Six arrived and stood guard until mom left. Then we were able to talk about "the QUESTION" that no male of any species should EVAH have to answer. They should know: the married S.E.A.L.S would rather land in AbbotoBaddyBadBod than answer that question, they TOLD US THAT!

When she returned, we quoted Clapton's song - in unison - and sang:
"My darling....you look won-der-fulllll...TOoooo-Night." Dee-dee-dee-deee.Dee-dee-dee-dee...
She then gave us treats, scooped up Calvin who tucked himself into his special bed and for the first time she fell asleep with him but when she awoke at 2 a.m. - MORTIFIED! - he had not escaped, and she found him sleeping soundly exactly where he had tucked himself in earlier.

Before leaving the building, a guy had already asked her out.

But that's another story for A-NEVER DAY! He wasn't wearing a lot of clothes...
They rarely do.

ARTISANS GRAND OPENING!

                                        Entrance to Artisan's Gallery on Opening Night~

            The harpist! Hard to dance to it in cowboy boots and swishy skirt...(thank heavens!)

       Looking at mom's cards wondering when to call the men with white coats, before the harpist
                                            was done or after the harpist was done.

                                                           Mom loved this painting.

                                                  The harpist caught EATING! GASP!

Mom really had a good time. (She don't get out much.)
Some of her cards out front and center!  But she hid in a little studio
and hung out with an artist she met and they both shoved their faces
with food and talked about girly stuff. Artistic girly stuff.
Larger drawings are being framed for the wall.
We think the real definition of getting framed is the:
"Sweetie-Piggie-Pies, does this swooshy skirt make me look - "
NOW, THAT IS GETTING FRAMED!

There WAS Art!

Dear Everybody,
Mom went. She walked so was sweating like a sow in heat
by the time she got there in the swishy skirt...aside from the
sweatin' and the shameless eating of really incredible
gourmet thingys handmade by Ruben, and other stuff,
it was fun. Hid in a studio, stuffed her face, and got to
know two of the other artists real well and had a good
time. Shouldn't be eatin' all that much when ya's wearing
a swishy skirt...other than that, THERE WAS ART.
IT WAS FUN. SHE CAME HOME. NOW WE GOTZ
HER AND SHE IS OURZ, ALL OURZ!
Thank you, we will post pics in a few days...mebbe!
The gallery truly is beautiful. Rick did good. Ruben
cooked good. Harpist played good. And it WAS ALL GOOD.
Yours Truly,
YumYum
"MOM, LOVE US, FEED US, CLEAN OUR CAGES,
LET US RUN FREE AS THE WIND, BRUSH THE
MITES OUTTA OUR FUR, REFILL OUR HAY BINS,
WHERE OUR PELLETS? DON'T EVER GO OUT
AGAIN!" oops. we still online? oops.

Dum-Dee-Dum-Dum-Dee-Dee-Dum...

Hi Mom, I love you! You don't mind my...oooh, i DO need a nail trim, don't I? just climbing up here...oopsie, didn't mean to scratch ya, mom, HEY! YOU SHAVED YOUR LEGS FINALLY? cool, oh, it for that art thing, huh...don't mind me, just climbing up here to see what you have drawn...oh, not one of your pictures? Of course not, mom, so you won't mind if I just...nom-nom-nom...

{EDITOR: "RAJ MAHAL, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?"}

nothing. OH BLOODY HORK, she got the eyes of an eagle. oh well, at least she shaved her legs!

PSssssT! Hey, MacNut, Don't Look NOW, but Raj is...

Taj beneath his spongeBobsquare-house snitching on his brother, Raj...no scruples in this herd, none.
We should be ashamed of ourselves.
We just aren't.

Uh-OH: BUSTED!

Dear faithful readers,

Please don't get the wrong impression. We recognize that mom justifies her time spent drawing
(TIME SPENT AWAY FROM US) as a way to generate income so we can enjoy a higher quality
of life.

OF COURSE IT IS, MOM, SUCH A SAINT Y'ARE!

We see through it whereas, since many of you are not guinea pigs (although the Hooligans are
totally gonna be with us on this, we just KNOWZ IT!) you think mom is an altruistic, deeply
committed (well, the "committed" part true) person.

Just ain't so because there is nevah, EVAH any justification for not paying attention to us,
unless it is to work on the wheatgrass farm...

(But we kinda ate that, too...ooops, what I mean by TOO?)

Hey, we are in training for ArtSnackN and - unfortunately - Raj got busted last night practicing on
a paper towel. He got the stealth of a drunk effelant, that one. Some of us (Calvin the small) are
quieter, less obtrusive about our PirateArtRaidZ!

Anyhoo...just sayin' hope we don't get caught again.

Love,
the good one,
YumYum

There WILL BE ART!

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Tonight's the night: will mom really wear a swooshy skirt,

cowboy boots, yet do Bollywood dance moves to the two-step

since they're the only ones she knows?

Gawd, we hope not! But what can six guinea pigs do?

sigh...she even gettin' a hair trim, makes it curly, bouncy, and...

DEEP BREATH, y'all: GIRLY! In a Sundance kind of way.

Now, if she can only stand up and get there...

THERE WILL BE ART!

Just, for the love of All Things Sacred and to not hasten

the Apocalypse, PLEASE MOM, no Bollywood!