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By Rhoda13 on Jul 10, 2014 at 6:03 PM

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By Rhoda13 on Sep 30, 2012 at 4:22 PM

AAAAUUUGGGHHH!!!! Fankee Fankee! Fankee! Now ai onwy ONE collectible away from habbin em All!!!! How iz yu doin, Sweetie? Ai no hear frum yu in a while. How da bebehs?

By Rhoda13 on Jul 1, 2012 at 4:59 PM

Ai will definitely try tu get some pics of the loveys that are gethered at the Rainbow Bridge for you. I wish the interwebz didn't hate me so much.

By jlandis on Jul 1, 2012 at 4:48 PM

I'm sorry about Mr. Chin. It seems the oldest and the youngest are always so vulnerable. I love the tamarins and the sloth! That's precious! Two creatures that couldn't be any cuter being even cuter!

By Rhoda13 on Jun 30, 2012 at 12:53 PM

That's what My vet said actually killed my ancient kitty Mr Chin. He survived repeated evacuations for fires, but the last time he suddenly just went downhill. The vet said this happens a lot with geriatric animals, the more times they have to go through something, the more likely they are to just 'quit'.

By Rhoda13 on Jun 30, 2012 at 12:49 PM

I used to live around Denver , so I’d go to the Zoo occasionally. I’d watch the animals and daydream that I HAD made it into vet school and was the vet there. (Made the mistake of graduating when ‘Uncle Ronnie’ was in office- if you remember, he built up the military greatly, and did a large portion of it by cutting school funding.) Anyway- in one of the ‘houses’ they had a sloth and had recently gotten (or moved) Golden Lion Tamarins. I think they are perfectly gorgeous, so I was watching them for a while. They more or less ignored the sloth as they hopped hither and yon, always on the move. I noticed one of the females had a baby, so I was keeping an eye on her. She hopped on the sloth’s chest, and I was afraid he(?) would whack her and the baby. But he just hung there while she sat on him. After a bit, the Mom stood up, pulled the baby from her and plunked it back on the sloth, then hopped off to play with the others. As I watched, the sloth let go of the branch with one hand and wrapped it around the baby. He stayed that way until Mom got done playing and came back for the baby. I thought ‘How Cool! Interspecies Babysitting!’

By jlandis on Jun 30, 2012 at 12:44 PM

Stoopy interwebz! I LOVE the Kermit and Miss Piggy story! I know it hurt you to pinch her much more than it hurt her, and it saved Kermit! That was genius! Oh, my, that's too hot, dear heart. I'm wilting just reading it. We've had fires nearby enough to smell too -- but not in a while, fortunately. So scary! And they hurt teeny loveys with delicate respiratory systems farther away than folks imagine. I have a window A/C and a HEPA filter that I can't afford to use much, but they're good to have around to keep one room safe when necessary for air quality or temperatures. You all take good care of one another!

By Rhoda13 on Jun 30, 2012 at 4:56 AM

It's also extremely dry, and everything is smoky from the wildfires. I have been through several, and whenever there is one in the state it draws my attention very strongly. I know what the people are thinking and feeling. I worry and pray for all of them. These are my comrades in adversity. The people I work with have never been through anything like it, so they think I'm just being weirder than usual. Maybe I am, but I can't help it. I want them all to be safe, I want them all to have homes to go back to, I want them to have all their animals. I know that's not going to happen. But like you can't help messing with a loose tooth even though it hurts, I keep getting drawn into the wildfire stuff.

By Rhoda13 on Jun 30, 2012 at 4:44 AM

The loveys and I are hot! It should not be in the upper 90's this soon; and certainly not at 8200 ft where we live.We don't have air coditioning.so it gets quite warm in the house as well as out.

By Rhoda13 on Jun 30, 2012 at 4:35 AM

Da interwebz hatez me. Ai swarez sumwher in all dat code it says:If yu see this configuration of letters 'Rhoda Northrup' BORK yourself. I am not usually on this early and it downloaded what Had written for the first story pretty as you please, and I got it transferred to you. Went to get the second, and it was doing what it has been. I tell it to download and it just runs the sheet of paper back and forth. If it does that, and won't tell you the file size it's working on, it's not doing it.

By Rhoda13 on Jun 30, 2012 at 4:23 AM

Hai Yu! Iz bored at work, so ai writez yu a lovey story. (Enough lolspeak- although I am getting better.) Have you read JennyBookseller’s book, Shelve Under C? It’s a children’s story, but adults will like it too. (Used Book Store & Cats) You can get it from Amazon- ebook. (If you don’t have an ereader, you can download a free app that will let you read it on your computer.) So- who should I talk about today? Kermit, our first male tortoiseshell Abyssinian Guinea Pig (He was mate to Miss Piggy, so what else could his name be?) was a happy little guy. He would giggle and squeal and talk to Miss Piggy a LOT. At one point, he got out (With help from Tribbles; I told you about that) and got into the heating system. It was summer, so there was no danger from that, but we couldn’t get him OUT. He was in the ducts and we couldn’t reach him from the end-cap. After a couple of days of trying, I was scared to death he was going to die of thirst. So I did the only thing I could think of. I got Miss Piggy and brought her to the end-cap, and got her talking. He came to her, but there was the big ‘hole’ leading from the heater itself to the duct system between us and him. We kept talking, but he wouldn’t come any farther. (Not that I blamed him, that opening was longer than he was.) But if we couldn’t get him, he was going to die badly. I knew if we waited much longer he’d be too weak to try, so I did the only thing I could think of to make him jump the gap. I pinched Piggy’s ear to make her squeal in pain. He was over that hole and coming at me with his teeth showing! He was gonna make somebody pay for hurting his mate! I grabbed him and put them both together so he could see she really wasn’t hurt. I felt bad for making her squeal, but I still think he would have died if I hadn’t.

By jlandis on Jun 30, 2012 at 2:59 AM

Awww, poop indeed! How are you and yours, Rhoda?

By Rhoda13 on Jun 27, 2012 at 6:36 PM

Well, poop. I wrote you couple of 'stories' and the net won't let me download them.

By jlandis on Jun 24, 2012 at 10:07 PM

Ai'z okay. Juss been distracted wif udder stoopy stuffs. Teh loveys are awl gud, thx! We hazzn't had a hot yet, and iffn it's awl juss teh same to evrybuddy else, ai'd radder nawt has wun dis yeer! :) How'z u adn yur loveys?

By Rhoda13 on Jun 23, 2012 at 1:38 PM

Habn't hird frum yu N a while... Yu ok? How da loveys? Iz da hawt messin wif yur MS? Hedbonx!

By Rhoda13 on Jun 2, 2012 at 7:58 AM

Do you like my strait jacket? Have you ordered one?

By Rhoda13 on Jun 2, 2012 at 7:57 AM

Dere iz nuttin bedder dan cuddle frum our loveys!

By Rhoda13 on Jun 2, 2012 at 7:56 AM

Anyway, for the most part we are all good. Twinkletoes has not been feeling good the last couple of days, I think she's reacting to her rabies vaccine. She did come out to eat gushy fud today, so I know she feels better.

By Rhoda13 on Jun 2, 2012 at 7:53 AM

Your interwebz borked too? Tbhis is the first time all week I've been able to do anthing 'normally' (close to normal as MY life gets) I won't go into explanations that show how pathetic my life is- that I went to such extremes to try to connect.

By jlandis on Jun 2, 2012 at 7:35 AM

Hey, sunnyshine! Fussin' with 'puter trubbels and feelin' miserable about it, till piggy Jordi asked for cuddles and kissed some of my freckles off. (He seems to think it's his life's work, and he sure tries hard!) They put things back in perspective, don't they? How's stuff with you and your loveys?

By Rhoda13 on Jun 2, 2012 at 7:24 AM

Hai cutie! How ya doin?

By jlandis on May 28, 2012 at 2:01 AM

They both sound adorable! One of my earliest rehab hamsters came here after having a hind leg amputated. He never lost the instinct for grooming with that leg, and even to his last day years later, he still groomed as if it was there, waggling that teeny stump as if he was using the long-lost limb to comb through his fur on that side. Scruffles to your dear loveys, and a big hug to you!

By Rhoda13 on May 23, 2012 at 6:24 PM

The two Brits have different ways of showing excitement. They both use their tails, but Baby’s tail gets poofier the more excited she gets (and I get a kick out of it, so I’ll chatter at her in a ‘happy’ voice), and it just keeps going. These are shorthaired cats, but she can poof her tail so it’s basically the same width her body is. I think I have a picture of that somewhere and I’ll try to send it to you. (Me & electronics are NOT friends, so it may take a while.) Bubba curls his tail. The happier he is, the further up the curl goes until he resembles a scorpion. Then, when he’s ready to pop, he jerks it forward multiple times. (Think of the scorpion stinging.) Also, when he was younger, Bubba’s ‘grip’ on what he was doing was tentative at best. He would try to wash his face, and he had the lick the paw down pretty good, but when it came to wash the face, he’d just wave it in a circle in front of his face, then lick the paw again. Scratching was another problem area. His back foot would come forward to start scratching, but it would never actually connect. Sometimes he’d get close, but then he’d turn his head to look at something and the foot would keep scratching the air.

By jlandis on May 20, 2012 at 9:55 AM

Awww, thanks for sharing them! I've been very, very blessed! And OMG -- did the Bubba story make me laugh!!! Thanks for that too! :)

By Rhoda13 on May 20, 2012 at 6:29 AM

What a herd! They are ALL adorable.

By jlandis on May 19, 2012 at 10:12 AM

Caught this just as I'm headed to bed, but had to send you back a quick smoochie. *SMOOCHIE*

By Rhoda13 on May 19, 2012 at 6:39 AM

Mornin you! Have I mentioned how glad I am we met? There is someone who actually cares about my silly little memories, and through you I have met and friended many interesting people. (such as President Firefly- I try not to bother him, but his replies always make me laugh.) And you are so sweet and caring everyone wants to talk to you. (On top of the work you do for the critters.) Thanks for bein my friend.

By Rhoda13 on May 15, 2012 at 3:50 PM

Maybe i DIDN'T send the Bubba story- so here it is:One day Baby (female Brit) was grooming herself, and she was sitting with her right hind leg stretched out in front of her giving it the once over. She caught the motion of her brother walking across the room out of the corner of her eye, so she looked up to see what was going on. Now, I know cats are built differently than we are, but that leg was just hanging out there in space. My thigh started cramping up just watching her. Well, Bubba notices her sitting there and starts walking around behind her, then ends up beside her on the other side. He looks at her for a few seconds, then sits down, facing the same way she is. He then throws his right leg out in front of him and starts looking around the room like, I don’t know why we’re doing this, but ok….

By Rhoda13 on May 15, 2012 at 3:46 PM

Bonnie (the Russian Wolfhound) was quite happy after we made the move to the mountains. She could finally RUN. We lived inside a national forest and creek ran right through our property. It was fed by Wellington Lake, 6 miles away. I would take the herd and ride my bicycle up there. (This was quite the climb and the gang would have to stop and wait for me. [A lot.]) On the way back, Fred’s 2 sled dogs would be right with me, but I would have to wait on Bonnie, and Grump was intelligent enough not to kill himself. He’s just trot at his own pace all the way home. Over the first summer there, there were less stops to wait for Bonnie and more muscle. Her already ridiculously small waist got even tinier, and her thighs got rock hard and looked (as well as you could tell under the hair) like GIANT turkey drumsticks! I would have loved to have been able to enter her in a dog show so the judges could see what truly fit specimen looked like. We walked up there several times, but then everyone had to wait on me in both directions. They much preferred the bike. Bonnie could back out of any conventional restraint- harness, collar, even a choke chain. Eventually, I hit upon the idea of having her wear a ‘belt’. I didn’t want anything that would cause problems, like chaffing or pulling the hair, so eventually I made 4 fabric tubes (turning them inside out so the seams were hidden nearly killed me), then I braided them together around a big metal O ring; brought her in and hand sewed the other end around the opposite side of the O ring, and viola. The vet loved my idea and said she was actually safer than dogs that wear collars (but I still got turned in for it.) And I can’t tell you how many people (you have to go inside the general store to pick up your mail) I saw when I came back out trying to get Bonnie’s belt off and back around her neck. I’d tell them that was where it was supposed to be and they’d ask why. “Simple,” I’d say, “It’s the only part that’s smaller than what’s on either side of it.

By jlandis on May 14, 2012 at 9:16 PM

Trying! :) Looking for homes for all the collectibles, and collectibles for all the homes! And then a nap. Long nap. :)