Comments on: Gribbles

By: refe

refe — Sat, 29 Sep 2007 15:02:55 +0000

I think she inherited her “love” for animals from you, actually.

By: adeia's grandma

adeia's grandma — Sat, 29 Sep 2007 03:27:18 +0000

I noticed that Susan has not weighed in on this “rodent fest”— why, she herself once hosted a litter of mice under her futon…I believe it was then that her affinity towards such creatures was first revealed.

By: refe

refe — Wed, 26 Sep 2007 01:14:36 +0000

Its actually kind of odd that I would forget Jilly, because she was always my favorite of the smaller dogs. And I think I spotted Nola once or twice – she really is a quick one.

By: Jan Tuma

Jan Tuma — Tue, 25 Sep 2007 04:08:50 +0000

You forgot Jilly! How could you forget Jilly?

And, my horse’s name is Takoda, Koda for short.

And, yes, one guinea pig did stay in the basement for a while.

And, yes, we have had a lot of foster animals (and I have saved a lot of lives!)

And, yes – I most certainly am prettier than Rex Harrison!

By: grandpaisatuma

grandpaisatuma — Mon, 24 Sep 2007 23:29:01 +0000

I’ll offer a very grateful “Amen” to the ‘prettier than Rex Harrison’ comment.

(You forgot Nola, the New Orleans stray cat your mother brought home that we can’t catch, making her a permanent resident by default.)

By: refe

refe — Mon, 24 Sep 2007 20:39:33 +0000

I distinctly remember the guinea pigs living in the basement. Perhaps it was after Peanut Butter went to the big pig-pen in the sky, but the cage and at least one guinea pig lived into the basement. Nevertheless, I’m glad you were able to tell your side of the story, however rose-colored it may be.

By the way, for those uninitiated in the ways of the (Richard) Tuma household, my mother only included caged pets in the above comment. She did not mention Max, Chessie, Skye, Monty, Willow, Indie, Hurricane, Sophie, Mona, Bitsy, Callie, Wolfie, Gambit, Baby Cat, Pirate, Hunter, whatever their new horse is called, and the countless other creatures whose names I have long since forgotten. I haven’t even bothered to mention the myriad of foster animals who have graced our tree-trunks with there markings. My mother, Dr. Dolittle. At least you are prettier than Rex Harrison.

By: Jan Tuma

Jan Tuma — Mon, 24 Sep 2007 14:52:19 +0000

True. I guess I just fell into that generic “he”. I stand corrected!

By: Carly Tuma

Carly Tuma — Mon, 24 Sep 2007 05:05:06 +0000

What my mother doesn’t seem to remember is that our piggies were both females… >->

By: Jan Tuma

Jan Tuma — Mon, 24 Sep 2007 02:10:45 +0000

Okay. First of all – the guinea pigs didn’t live in the basement, they lived in a large cage in Ricki and Devon’s bedroom. They actually lived a longer than normal life. Chocolate Chip died of natural causes (old age, I suppose). Peanut Butter did unfortunately, die as the result of a terrible over-sight. He was enjoying some fresh, green grass outside in the shade of our large maple tree. We had been watching him, even moving his fenced enclosure as the sun rose higher in the sky, changing the shade pattern. I had to leave the house for a short time and checked the piggie before I left. Unfortunately, the piggie’s primary care-giver forgot to watch him, and upon my return, I found the poor little critter very stressed and over-heated, having been unable to get out of the blazing sun when the shade disappeared from his little oasis. I did what I could to cool him down, but I’m afraid it was too late for the little guy.

After the guinea pigs, hamsters, gribbles, mice, sugar gliders and rats, (not to mention your newts, Refe), I decided we would never again have any pets that lived in a cage or other enclosure requiring constant cleaning. And I have adhered to that decision.

Unless, of course, you count the horse barn…

By: refe

refe — Sun, 23 Sep 2007 01:41:25 +0000

Yeah, mom – enlighten your fans.

And guard gribbles; how menacing…