~DEDICATED TO AUNTIE CONNIEeeeeeeeee,
VINNY-GUINEA'S GODMOTHER
IN NEW JERSEY~
I don't know why no one wants to play with me,
eat with me, sleep with me, or live with me anymore.
Mom loves me. She made me a special cage
and soon I'll have a grown-up cage that will connect to the
other cages if they'll have me. Why won't they have me?
We all lived together once.
What happened?
I don't understand life.
Neither does mom.
So now she's my best friend.
She listens while I talk.
Even Auntie Connieeee could hear
me the other night over the phone cuz
I gotta lot to say and Auntie Connieeee
is my godmom cuz she named me
(before mom even thought of getting me)
cuz of Auntie Connieeeeee said,
you need a VinnyGuinea and mom said
"Shut up! Shut up!" cuz Auntie Connie's
so cool cuz she lives in New Jersey where
everybody's named Vinny and she makes
mom laugh so hard and mom curses like
a sailor when she talks to Aunt Connie cuz
everything Aunt Connie sez comes true no
matter how many times mom says
"Shut UP! I'M NOT LIST'NIN TO YA!"
then falls outta her chair laughin' so hard.
So I was wid mom while she was talking
and Aunt Connie heard me but it's O.K.
cuz you should hear lil'LJ over at Connie's
when he starts barking he makes this sound
like somebody comin' at him wid a butcher
knife CUZ HE'S HAPPY! CUZ ONE O'HIS
PEEPS IS COMIN' HOME, GUESS THAT'S
THE WAY THEY DOES IT IN NEW JERSEY.
I LOVE AUNT CONNIE, SHE WANTS ME
TO HAVE A WIFE,
AND MOM TELLS HER TO
"SHUT UP! SHUT UP!" SO LOUD SHE
GONNA FALL
OUTTA HER CHAIR AGAIN...
Can't even tell ya the really funny stuff...
Guess no wives now that we can't get our trotters fixed.
I wish mom would call Aunt Connie tonight.
What is time and why is it different in New Jersey?
That vexes me.
MEERIBOY, Ingrid and Helmut's
ailing 8-year-old precious darling
(and mom's favorite) is pictured here
with one of his 7 remaining wives,
Sunny, enjoying a Spring Day in
Bavaria!
We have been following him day~to~day
and know all too well the toll it takes but he appears to be in no pain, is eating and drinking on his own, just an amazing guinea pig enjoying gratefully what days remain of his twilight years with his many wives surrounding him and his mum and dad, Ingrid and Helmut.
Mom fell in love with him at first sight but didn't want Spitzmaus or Sunny's feelings to be hurt so kept it to herself but we caught her many a time staring wistfully at his picture and we knew, oh, we knew she was holding him, Scritchy-scratching
his chin and cheeks, and - if he is a piggie who
enjoys it, she would brush him day and night, trim his nails, and never stop running her fingers through that beautiful fur of his.
HE LIVES. TODAY IS HIS!
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{WE LOST OUR BARN OWL
FAMILY, ALL BUT
MOLLY
THE OWL.
WE WILL SAVE THAT FOR
ANOTHER POST, AS WE
ARE QUITE IN SHOCK.
GOOGLE: "MOLLY THE OWL."}
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Which is why featuring Meeriboy and Sunny
together TODAY, with Meeri having been so
near to passing keeps our spirits and hope alive in our own struggles to move through, out of, and - eventually - beyond grief...while always
remembering those we love and who love us
knowing that silken thread of love cannot
ever be broken by the passing of time.
To all of our readers who love owls, guinea pigs,
and who simply LOVE, these meeris are for you.
Our hearts are open to receive your tears, if you don't mind their co-mingling with our own.
~
HELLO!
DO I SEEM TO BE HIDING A SMUG SMILE?
DO MY SWIRLS LOOK SWIRLIER?
COULD IT BE WINDSTORM #2,439?
THE SNOW?
MOM'S PHYSICAL THERAPIST AND NURSE FOR THE FIRST TIME SINCE SHE GOT OUT OF THE HOSPITAL CLOCKING IN HER BLOOD PRESSURE AS OVER 100?
(yeah, that's it...gotta be...right.)
OR?
COULD IT BE THAT THE VET INFORMED
MOM THAT NEITHER HE NOR HIS ASSOCIATE "EXOTICS" SPECIALIST WOULD DO THE "SNIP-SNIP!!!!!!!!!!"
mu-ah-Ha-HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
let's see... #1) blood pressure (yawning...snore.)
#2) no snip-snip SQUEEEEEE!!!
He said unless we had females, the risks of
death due to anesthesia and other complications did NOT justify the risks, unless you count wee widdle Weiner-Got-No-Twitters (with all due respect to former New York Congressman Anthony Weiner who really shouldn't of Twittered a girl right HERE in
Bellingham, cuz mom got miffed the press kept saying she was in Seattle when she was here, but, whatEVAH!)
In the past, mom had a vet living in another part of the county who would've done it in a heartbeat.
They parted ways over a heartbeat and she would
never, ever return even if she could drive due to
different points of views in their ethics.
Sooooooooo..................one other thing happend today.
While mom's physical therapist was here, wee widdle WeinerGate was gnawing on the bars
of both our cages "Why don't you love me
anymore, why am I alone now, what have I done
wrong, I'm so little and alone?" so mom put the
widdle weiner back in with YumYum, who was
taking a nap, admonishing Vinny, "Let him sleep and just leave him be and he'll let you be, no rumblestrutting or marking his stuff, just run and
popcorn, and leave him alone, O.K.?"
Vinny said (and there was a witness)
"Yeah, momma, yeah, yeah, ya betcha, hurry,
yeah, ya know I'll be good, c'mon!"
Since she and the PT were sitting right there to
over-see it, mom put Vinny in with YumYum, where he immediately ran to the Big Green Leaf
to pee on it "VINNY WAS HERE" before rumblestrutting before marking the cage before
pushing his self into YumYum's sleep-sack to
YES, mount YumYum while purring and shakin'
his liddle money-maker which was sashaying
to-and-fro while he purred (the infamous Rumblestrut) to which, of course, YumYum responded with teeth-chattering, lunging, and
mom had to pick him up but! and here's where
it gets REALLY GOOD!
Until today, Vinny's sported a lovely, sweet & musky fragrance, Ralph Lauren Exotic Collection, right?
NOT. ANY. MORE!
That guinea pig weed the nastiest, most
pungent-smellin-stinkin' odor that
MOM STARTED chattering HER teeth at
the PT and making fun of his drawings
of the exercises she was supposed to be
doing! No wonder everyone was attacking
Vinny, even having his smell on her
shirt made mom attack her PT and
his trying to make a chair look like
an exercise ball and she kept saying
"Well, how do I supposed to know
what that man holding on to, it a chair
or a ball and if it a ball there ain't nothing
to hold on to and it an androgynous thing
too, what IS IT EVEN? I mean, how am
I supposed to tell what I am even looking
at and what kind of shoes are those?"
Mom has the nicest, sweetest physical therapist
in the world and he has helped her more than
anyone has ever helped her and he watched her
turn to the Dark Side of the Force right before
his mortified eyes...and he could even smell
the smell but he stayed nice.
So then he told mom how hard he tried to get her
an extra two weeks of therapy since this was supposed to have been her last but clearly she wasn't quite ready but she could hear the eager happiness in his voice when he told her the last day he would be coming so she apologized and he said she spoiled her guinea pigs and they made up.
And I keep my endowments: Pretty, pretty me.
The end.
^^Please Press Collage to SEE!
WE are thrilled to thank Auntie Ingrid
and Uncle Helmut from Bavaria along
with Meeri-Boy for bringing to
fruition The Dream we have all been
dreaming since we all became more
than friends, we became
International Family, including CD3
and her Millie Bea and Almond JoyFULL
of dubious When-Will-We-Know Squee?
THE FIRST CAVY INTERNATIONAL
CONFERENCE ON WORLD PEACE!
APRIL, 2012
Our European ambassadors have declared
that SPRING is THE time to popcorn into
action with fresh grass, beautiful flowers, and so
much hay for chomping that all outdoor meetings will be held wherever Espresso Machines are belching out The Good Stuff!
(Fairy, your mum and dad and Marigold ready?!)
Thank You, Auntie Ingrid for creating what all us Cavies been dreaming, foreverly watching that smiling moon-dance with glittery stardust; that graceful, balletic arc waving lovingly to us all beneath the same sky we dream upon nightly: secretly wondering "Are our friends really so far away cuz if they are watching the same sky, then that would makes them not so far away at all...
We raise our flaring, furry nostrils to sniff the cold, windy, evergreen, salty, Northwest night, ferreting out your musky-sweet fragrances half a world away
listening with flip-flap-floppy ears tuned sharply to
MY-WHEEK Radio at frequency:
FEED-ME-NOW.101FM.HAY-IZ-ME
"No Mountain to Tall
No Ocean too Wide
To keep us Apart
Now that we're Side-by-Side!"
P.S.
{now that we are enjoying the hidden-no-more
talents of our contributors, we may have to
change our piracy and begin attributing photo
credit! THAT is how talented our bloggers are.
So: this magnificent collage courtesy of Ingrid.
We thank you.}
(and anything with Fairy...we stole it!
and anything with Millie Bea or Almond JoyFull
...stole that, too!)
LOVE YOU! STEAL THAT!
Circa early 1960's
Savannah, GA.
U.S.A.
^^PRESS above to see World Peace^^
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TODAY mom got on for a few minutes and are we glad she did!
LOOK WHAT AUNTIE INGRID MADE FOR ALL OF US:
THIS IS ALL OF US! TOGETHER! TOGETHER!
IN SPRING.............................
MOM said another windstorm is coming tonight but we
are going to enjoy the sound of Bellingham flying by.
It reminds us that there really is an "outside" and,
in the meantime, LOVE is what is inside!
Meeri-Guinea-Love-Infinite
in every language
in every country
in every heart
there ever was!
Auntie Ingrid and Uncle Helmut,
THANK YOU!!!!!!!
THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL,
SQUEEEEEEEEEEE!
SPRING comes when one is loved.
No matter what form of wind, snow, rain,
hail, ice, sleet, or what-not may be pelting
the windows this week we received blooming
flowers from Bavaria and a wife for our
lonely Mousie...Fairy also sent mini-pics
by our favorite artist, Molly Brett,
(WHO TOLD HER?)
so what if mom isn't in a good way on
the outside? Her body is more fickle
than our weather, her heart more loved
than she ever thought possible,
and to all you MODS out there,
you know who you, for you
ARE ALSO ON HER HAPPIEST-EVER!
LIST of SQUEEE FUN THINGS TO MAKE
once she is able!
Love means never having to
apologize for living in a broken
body because your friends will never
let your heart stay broken!
~love infinite~
What is Friendship?
When an AchingHearted friend
finds or even makes the time to
soothe the pain of another...
Our precious Ingrid, mom of
Meeri-Boy in Bavaria - and we
don't know how she knew -
somehow felt that mom was
not well, that she was bed-bound,
that instead of spring we were in
for wind and snowstorms but mainly
that mom can barely get out of bed
so has been just cleaning the house
and feeling a little sad not to see
crocuses so she did get a $9.99
orchid at Trader Joe last week...
even with Meeri-Boy, Ingrid sent
Spring to mom.
What is friendship?
THIS.
What is gratitude?
IT'S INSIDE.
Love,
all of us
You are all our friends.
Thank you as we continue struggling
to GAIN ALTITUDE.
WE HAVE JUST RECEIVED
A WARNING FROM THE
NATIONAL WEATHER
SERVICE THAT AN
IMPENDING WIND AND
SNOWSTORM IS DUE TO
HIT US TONIGHT AND
INTO TOMORROW WITH
WIND GUSTS AND SNOW...
Vinny: "Bhindi, we already know that."
I HAVE BEEN BETRAYED!
MOM HASN'T GAINED
ALTITUDE IN TWO DAYS,
SHE THOUGHT TODAY
WAS SUNDAY, SHE CALLED
EDWIN, WHO SAID IT WAS
SATURDAY...
Vinny: "Bhindi, we already know that, too. Pip-pip
and out with it!"
I AM THE EMBODIMENT
OF LOVE PERSONIFIED,
AS YOU CAN SEE...HOW MANY CAVIES
CAN FIT "INSIDE" BUT BECAUSE MOM
COULDN'T "GAIN ANY ALTITUDE" FOR TWO DAYS SHE HAS BEEN HOMEBOUND WHICH MEANS SHE CAN SEE EVERY LITTLE THING I DO AND SHE HAS A VERY BIG BAND-AID ON HER FINGER BECAUSE...
Vinny: "Go on, please, Bhindi. The court is waiting."
FINE. I ATTACKED VINNY THEN
YUM-YUM COULD SMELL MY BITEY-SMELL ON VINNY'S FUR WHEN MOM SNATCHED HIM UP AND AFTER LOVING HIM AND CHECKING HIM FOR BITE-MARKS AND CALMING HIM PUT HIM BACK IN WITH YUM-YUM, WELL, THEN
YUM-YUM SMELLED "THE SMELL
OF MY MANHOOD DOMINANCE
MUSK" (available in department stores everywhere) BUT HE MISTOOK IT FOR
VINNY'S (LIKE HE EVEN GOTTA PAIR!) SO
YUM-YUM ATTACKED VINNY SO THIS MORNING MOM LET US OUT TO JUST "RUN IT OFF"
BUT THEN EVERYBODY ATTACKED
EVERYBODY, SO SHE TOOK THE
RAMP OFF MY CAGE DIVIDER AND USED THE "DIVIDER" DIVIDING MY CAGE IN HALF FOR YUM-YUM AND VINNY, THEN PUT ME AND VINNY IN IT, MOVING YUM-YUM BACK "HOME" SINCE ME AND VINNY ALREADY PLAY IN MY CAGE EXCEPT NOW THERE'S A DIVIDER - ARE YOU FOLLOWING ALL THIS? MOM'S NOT... SHE IS STARING INTO SPACE WONDERING HOW COLORFUL EXPLODING STARS ARE...SO NOW SHE CAN EITHER GET THREE CAGES
OR DO THE "SNIP-SNIP-I-FICATION"
SO SHE CALLED EDWIN WHO AFFECTIONATELY CALLS ME
"MANGOSTEEN" AND THEY GET INTO WHETHER OR NOT IT'S SATURDAY OR SUNDAY BUT EVENTUALLY MOM GETS 'ROUND TO OFFERING HIM A CHOICE:
1-THREE SEPARATE (BUT EQUAL) CAGES OR...2-AND HE SAID, "WHEN YOU'RE WELL ENOUGH."
AND MOM SAID, "I'm not gonna do it!"
AND HE SAID, "NO, TAKE HIM
TO THE VET, I GOTTA GO."
AND THAT WAS THAT.
AND NOW MOM CAN'T GAIN ALTITUDE AND MY TOENAILS MADE HER BLEED BUT SHE HAS LOTS OF FIRST-AID IN CASE THE EPIC, GREAT PACIFIC NORTHWEST EARTH-SHATTERING KRAKATOA OF MODERN TIMES EARTHQUAKE, TSUNAMI, VOLCANO, PIPELINE EXPLOSION ALL-YOU-CAN-EAT CATASTROPHIC GEOLOGICAL EVENT WE SUPPOSED TO GET DOES HAPPEN, WE HAVE LOTS OF BAND-AIDS, JUST NO TAPE FOR THE GAUZE PADS...?
SO SHE PUT THAT ON HER "Things to do when Vertical" list and now I'M even on the list, gettin' snipped even though YumYum and Vinny are both calm and getting along just fine. See how powerful my musk is?
Why I gettin' punished for just bein' me, huh?
NO RESPECT FOR THE WELL-HUNG!
THE GOOD, THE BAD, THE BEAUTIFUL.
And the windy, the snowy, the altitude challenged.
(she'll never really be well enough to take me to the vet, so who's worried?!)
Let it snow, Let it snow, Let it snow...
I live in Wisconsin and I used to look a lot
like VinnyGuinea all skinny and shiny and
speedy and hoppy and streaky-fast!
But lately...I'm drinking so much water
and my girth is expanding, like a muffin-top,
and my trousers are too tight and I crave
pickles and ice cream but I'm just a baby
CD3 rescued from the rescue and until
now I've never had a forever home
or been loved and now I even have
a friend, Millie Bea, who sniffs me through
our adjoining cages...but something feels
"different"
and what, oh what, could it be?
Aren't I the bees knees? Vinny's mom
WANTS ME! AHA, but mine loves
me forever, it's just that well, how
many "me's" might there really be?
oops...better close my eyes.
you didn't see it here!!!!
nighters from Wisconsin, U.S.A!
DO I LOOK...(FAT?)
