the days of winter

The days of winter are still upon me in my world. The cold air doesn't move even at my threatening growl. I take many naps during the day. Especially in the soft yellow blanket that belongs to me in my slaves bed which also belongs to me-- my bed.  Here is a picture of me in my yellow blanket. Be sure to admire it. Also admire my stripe. And for further admiration, notice my two ears and the carefree expression on my face. 

my snow white clawless paws

It was to my great joy that for several months my claws remained un-touched by the horrible claw clipper which takes my talons and turns them into normal paws. It happened yesterday. To begin a beautiful sunny day on which I was the top pig on the top shelf under the window, it happened. My owner took out the claw clipper and took my paws and chopped off my claws. I can not describe to you my rage. I, Mokus the great was so displeased that I couldn't even bite with my teeth. I was speechless. I have now started to regrow my paws. They will soon be long again. I am quite unhappy with the claw clipper though.

MOKUS: live

Well really, this is me swimming. This was about 5 months ago. I remember the day. It was the last time I had a bath before winter started. I dread getting another one come spring time. Swimming along with me is my sister Chuck who is the small brown one with only a partial stripe, please do not watch chuck she is not important, and my late sister Maple who is the big fat yellow one. Do not pay any, ANY attention to Maple or Chuck. Instead, watch me paddling around the tub in the watter with my spotted foot, my black foot, and my snow white paws propelling me.

MOKUS: live

and to my rage, you can hardly notice my stripe.

Snow day

Of course this was a week and a half ago, and it snowed. It was my first experience out in the snow. It was 55 degrees. Most of it had melted. I made a snowman and an igloo that I owned. The snow was cold. It made my stripes blend in with it. I do not like it. It covered the grass which is also mine. It should not have done this. It makes me angry and upset. I also don't like eating frozen grass. A creature of high importance like me should not have to eat frozen grass. I prefer thawed nice juicy grass blades. Here are some pictures of me in the snow. Admire as usual, and make sure that even if the snow is white that you can still see my stripes and paws.

MOKUS: live

Here is your first ever chance to see 'my ways' in living color. Let me know how the quality and sound are. Well really, if this works out, you will become my slaves on a whole knew level. Let me know how you like it!

The ongoing saga of MOKUS'S RAGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

and today my slave groundhog saw his shadow. I wish I could bite sir walter wally. It is not fair. I am supposed to start my running schedule today. It was supposed to be spring.
Please leave a comment petitioning any kind of food but Wild Harvest for me. I am growing thin and bony from eating 'dental chewy plus with grains'. I do not appreciate the flavor. I despise it. And then we are expecting snow tomorrow again. flurries. whatever, I do not like the sound of it or the color which tries to immitate my white paws. I am enraged. I want my way. I will post pictures of me in the snow last week later on. Also stay tuned as I try to post a video of myself, the wonderful Mok eating with a spoon just like a human. I knew I wasn't a guinea pig all along!

the rage of mokus: part 2

Voted back by popular demand is my rage. I don't think you should laugh at my rage. My razor sharp teeth might sink into you next. My rage is still on-going. The snow has not yet melted-- actually it hardly got above freezing today. I tried charming it away, but it wouldn't listen to me. Snow is a difficult thing. I can not control it. It is supposed to be 57 on Friday. I expect to be taken outside. I have done everything to deserve it.

I have been such a good animal lately. Admire my picture!!!

the rage of mokus

yes. I am not happy. This should be your main concern, my displeasure and overall disgust at the weather today. My slave has been outside playing and sledding and eating snow and has not thought of me more than twice. my nap in my bed was also shortened to 15 minutes from my normal 2 hour timeslot in the fuzzy yellow blanket. I looked out the window only to realize that my green grazing land was covered in whiteness. This enrages me, as only my stripes, paws and stomach should be white. Nobody should try to copy me. I am distressed at the sight of it. I was planning to go outside today as well.

Merry Christmas!

And really, slaves, I did not think it important to wish you a merry Christmas until the 12th day. I have been very busy with things much to important to talk about to you slaves. I have been eating 'Wild Harvest' which is my favorite brand of guinea pig food. It has little treats, seeds, nuts, grains, and dehydrated carrots. It is surely my favorite. I tricked my slaves into buying it for me. I am very proud of myself. For a Christmas present, the slaves (one week late, may I add) got me a bag of 'Yogurt Yummies'. I don't think they are very suitable for such a beautiful animal with stripes and dainty white paws, but I let my sister Chuck have most of those.

Enjoy this picture of me. I was wrapping presents which I thought were for myself.

A note on the passing of my sister.

I'm sad that yesterday my sister died. Well really, of course I have never mentioned her on here, because this is exclusively my world. However, she served my as a faithful slave for 4 1/2 years, so I had to mention her. Maple was her name, her nickname May. She was 3 times as fat as me, and had slightly longer fur than me which was a blotchy yellowish/black/brown. She did not have any stripes. She was very noisy. She spent much of her life huffing and puffing and squeaking for food. She had originally lived downstairs, but in the months of summer joined me and my other sister Chuck in residence at The Bomb Shelter. We had many a contest to see who was the loudest squeaker. Of course I was always the winner, though my slave said many a time that Maple was indeed louder. I miss her. I have been sad all day. I had the chance to kiss her goodbye yesterday evening. It was the first time that I had ever kissed her, because of course I was always much much much more important than her. Well really, enjoy the pictures posted of her. don't admire. just enjoy. I miss you, Maple.

On the second day of Christmas

... my slave gave to me:

a picture of my beautiful paws!!!

first day of christmas:

my slave gave to me: a picture of my beautiful stripe!!!

Well Really

I am a very nice pet. I got my cage cleaned out by Slave today. I am busy at work digging new holes, and chewing on wood chips. I must say it is sad that my food bowl is empty. I am distressed at it.

Also, I am listening to my favorite radio station, 89.7 fm theclassicalstation.org if anyone is interested in listening to my favorite station. However, slave put it on the ugly drums of the Christmas station all day on Saturday. I was very angry at it. I couldn't express anger in words. Then, slave put on 99.9 fm 'the fan' and I had to listen to Chuck Kaiton's call of the game while Slave went downstairs to watch it.

Stay tuned for my countdown to Christmas, 'Mok's 12 days of Christmas' which will be a series of pictures of me in the holiday cheer. I will promise you cuteness and lots of views of my stripes.

I left you hanging!

And to see you much you really cared for me, slaves I will inform you with what I have been doing. I ate a hardy thanksgiving dinner. I was very proud of it. I hope that you are thankful for me. Of course I am far above and beyond being thankful for anything. I am Mokus, after all.

I hope that you enjoy looking at my picture. You should be thankful I am alive to entertain you.