<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913</id><updated>2012-02-16T22:11:33.986Z</updated><category term='Funny Expressions'/><category term='Skateboard'/><category term='Chuckles'/><category term='Monkey Toes'/><category term='Poppy'/><category term='Stardom'/><category term='Rock Chick'/><category term='Guinea Pig Pies'/><category term='Honey'/><category term='Sister Bear'/><category term='Public Performance'/><category term='willow'/><category term='It'/><category term='The Cardigan'/><category term='Songs'/><category term='Fatty Flatfoot'/><category term='Rock Chick. Fatty Flatfoot'/><category term='The Beehive'/><category term='Live Music'/><category term='Nick Drake'/><category term='Television'/><category term='Tricks'/><category term='Suma'/><category term='Football'/><category term='Magic'/><category term='Awake Dreams'/><category term='Texting'/><category term='Porridge'/><category term='Cuddles'/><title type='text'>What's The Point of Guinea Pigs?</title><subtitle type='html'>This is the story of two rock and roll renegades, Growly Bear and Princess Kitty, and their relentless search to discover just what is the point of guinea pigs. Their quest is characterised by various daily trials and tribulations but throughout all of these they are sustained by an indefatigable sense of fun and a mutual love of honey.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>261</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-3995526648810198804</id><published>2007-07-16T19:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T20:12:46.073+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Point Of Guinea Pigs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rpu_8sIe5-I/AAAAAAAAAjU/kKjQry4CHBo/s1600-h/Photo0061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rpu_8sIe5-I/AAAAAAAAAjU/kKjQry4CHBo/s200/Photo0061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087871253404903394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Growly&lt;/span&gt; Bear has made his decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has searched hard inside himself. He has thought about what he wants. He has taken time to reflect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty has waited. She has waited patiently. She has trusted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Growly&lt;/span&gt; Bear to do the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Growly&lt;/span&gt; Bear has missed Princess Kitty very much. Princess Kitty has missed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Growly&lt;/span&gt; Bear too. But both of them knew that this time was important. They knew that at the end of it they would know the point of guinea pigs for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty knows that the point of guinea pigs is to love someone with all your heart. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Growly&lt;/span&gt; Bear knows that it is to follow your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more difficult times ahead. But they will be together this time. And love will keep them safe - forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...... Would they stay together forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or would life keep them apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well though the road was long their love was so strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And those lovers followed their hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-3995526648810198804?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/3995526648810198804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=3995526648810198804&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/3995526648810198804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/3995526648810198804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/07/point-of-guinea-pigs.html' title='The Point Of Guinea Pigs'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rpu_8sIe5-I/AAAAAAAAAjU/kKjQry4CHBo/s72-c/Photo0061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-4996102079073061901</id><published>2007-06-19T23:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T06:37:59.742+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock And Roll Renegades</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There is a song about Princess Kitty and Growly Bear. The last two lines are missing. There are two endings. I will tell you when I know which one finishes the song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the start they had something special&lt;br /&gt;A spark in the darkness of life&lt;br /&gt;But he had a steady companion&lt;br /&gt;And she was a mother and wife&lt;br /&gt;It was music that brought them together&lt;br /&gt;A pied piper he wooed her with song&lt;br /&gt;And their love grew each day getting stronger&lt;br /&gt;Even though they knew it was wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were rock and roll renegades&lt;br /&gt;On a long lonely road&lt;br /&gt;Lovers and soul mates&lt;br /&gt;With a secret that couldn't be told&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had such great times together&lt;br /&gt;Their love made them feel so alive&lt;br /&gt;Though their two lives were complicated&lt;br /&gt;And they wondered if they would survive&lt;br /&gt;Making love was always so special&lt;br /&gt;Their passion was powerful and deep&lt;br /&gt;And they dreamed of the day arms enfolded&lt;br /&gt;Together they'd peacefully sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were rock and roll renegades&lt;br /&gt;On a long lonely road&lt;br /&gt;Lovers and soul mates&lt;br /&gt;With a secret that couldn't be told&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the goddess of love has a cruel side&lt;br /&gt;And though their love was pure and true&lt;br /&gt;She decided the time had come&lt;br /&gt;When these two lovers would have to choose&lt;br /&gt;Would they stay together forever&lt;br /&gt;Or would life tear them apart .............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To be concluded..............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-4996102079073061901?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/4996102079073061901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=4996102079073061901&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/4996102079073061901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/4996102079073061901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/06/rock-and-roll-renegades.html' title='Rock And Roll Renegades'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-4719759502267934790</id><published>2007-06-19T23:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T00:05:19.150+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Crossroads</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RnhhGeY-8MI/AAAAAAAAAjM/ME6d7lyzEHg/s1600-h/Photo0051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RnhhGeY-8MI/AAAAAAAAAjM/ME6d7lyzEHg/s200/Photo0051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077915343725195458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rnhg9eY-8LI/AAAAAAAAAjE/x55JfWOrBpA/s1600-h/Photo0050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rnhg9eY-8LI/AAAAAAAAAjE/x55JfWOrBpA/s200/Photo0050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077915189106372786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Growly Bear and Princess Kitty said goodbye. It is time for them to learn their lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear needs to learn who he is. He needs to learn if he wants to lead a more spiritual life or if he will stand by his responsibilities. He needs to learn if he wants to live a life where he is seen for who he is and the potential he has or a life where he lives as others expect him to. He needs to learn if he can live without Princess Kitty. And he needs to find a way to live with himself whatever he decides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty will learn if love really does conquer all or if life is all about compromise like Growly Bear sometimes says. She will learn if dreams really do come true. And she will learn about life without Growly Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the saddest of days. That little cat and that little bear are starting the next part of their journey to find the point of guinea pigs. They need some peace to do that. We are going to leave them to travel the next bit of their journey alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Princess Kitty. Goodbye Growly Bear. May your love take care of you both.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-4719759502267934790?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/4719759502267934790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=4719759502267934790&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/4719759502267934790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/4719759502267934790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/06/crossroads.html' title='Crossroads'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RnhhGeY-8MI/AAAAAAAAAjM/ME6d7lyzEHg/s72-c/Photo0051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-6199644075078436769</id><published>2007-06-18T23:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T23:56:48.996+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Supper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RnhfJeY-8KI/AAAAAAAAAi8/hURQloGMDk0/s1600-h/Photo0048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RnhfJeY-8KI/AAAAAAAAAi8/hURQloGMDk0/s200/Photo0048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077913196241547426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty and Growly Bear are together tonight. Growly Bear came to The Beehive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty made Growly Bear a nice tea. Then they talked about how things were to be. They talked about their search for the point of guinea bigs. And then they made honey. For hours and hours. The sweetest honey ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear talked about how difficult Princess Kitty can be and how wonderful. Princess Kitty was strict with Growly Bear and told him how much she loves him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They fell asleep together cuddled up. Perhaps for the last time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-6199644075078436769?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/6199644075078436769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=6199644075078436769&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/6199644075078436769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/6199644075078436769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/06/last-supper.html' title='The Last Supper'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RnhfJeY-8KI/AAAAAAAAAi8/hURQloGMDk0/s72-c/Photo0048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-1727642673189290097</id><published>2007-06-17T23:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T23:48:14.704+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparing For The Big Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RnhdIOY-8JI/AAAAAAAAAi0/RJ6VDCasmE4/s1600-h/Photo0047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RnhdIOY-8JI/AAAAAAAAAi0/RJ6VDCasmE4/s200/Photo0047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077910975743455378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty has been working on her floor again. And she has finished. Well done Princess Kitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear has been visiting friends with the bear he lives with. He feels a long way from Princess Kitty. Princess Kitty feels a long way from Growly Bear too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are both thinking about tomorrow. Tomorrow is going to be the last time they see each other for a little while. Maybe for ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear needs time to think and make decisions. Princess Kitty needs to give him the space to do that. It is the only way they will find out the point of guinea pigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are each thinking how hard the time apart will be. They are each telling themselves they need to be strong. They are each reminding themselves how much they love each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be brave little creatures&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-1727642673189290097?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/1727642673189290097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=1727642673189290097&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/1727642673189290097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/1727642673189290097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/06/preparing-for-big-day.html' title='Preparing For The Big Day'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RnhdIOY-8JI/AAAAAAAAAi0/RJ6VDCasmE4/s72-c/Photo0047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-6655874267698839768</id><published>2007-06-16T22:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T18:11:18.311+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed Up Bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RngOD-Y-8II/AAAAAAAAAis/u6ybUwk_BjE/s1600-h/Photo0046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RngOD-Y-8II/AAAAAAAAAis/u6ybUwk_BjE/s200/Photo0046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077824041310417026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear has been to another wedding. Or rather the party in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went with the Bear he lives with. They saw lots of old friends and some new ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone likes the Bear that Growly Bear lives with. She is kind and clever and funny. And when someone said something bad about Growly Bear she put a spell on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty has had a busy day too. She met her girl kitten in town for coffee. And she has been laying the floor at The Beehive. Busy little cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear liked being out with the bear he lives with. He wished Princess Kitty had been with him too. That poor mixed up bear. He really can't see the point of guinea pigs at the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-6655874267698839768?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/6655874267698839768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=6655874267698839768&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/6655874267698839768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/6655874267698839768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/06/mixed-up-bear.html' title='Mixed Up Bear'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RngOD-Y-8II/AAAAAAAAAis/u6ybUwk_BjE/s72-c/Photo0046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-7888589883586439722</id><published>2007-06-15T23:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T23:25:24.610+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep Tight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RnW0yOY-8HI/AAAAAAAAAik/Xm_VQNnA3do/s1600-h/Photo0045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RnW0yOY-8HI/AAAAAAAAAik/Xm_VQNnA3do/s200/Photo0045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077162929879445618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty is getting ready. Ready for a difficult job. She is going to lay a floor at The Beehive this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has gathered the things to build the new floor. She has got the tools to build the new floor. Now all she has to do is build it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear has had a long week. Life is hard in the Fatty Flatfoot empire. He has a lot on his mind. And he is not sleeping very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty is not sleeping very well either. She keeps having nightmares. When she wakes up she has to remember the point of guinea pigs to stop herself feeling scared. Poor Princess Kitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cats and bears need their sleep. They have busy lives. I hope they sleep well tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-7888589883586439722?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/7888589883586439722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=7888589883586439722&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/7888589883586439722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/7888589883586439722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/06/sleep-tight.html' title='Sleep Tight'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RnW0yOY-8HI/AAAAAAAAAik/Xm_VQNnA3do/s72-c/Photo0045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-2979742698935973918</id><published>2007-06-14T21:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T10:12:27.550+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Run Little Bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RnT65eY-8GI/AAAAAAAAAic/7X6wIMNgZ2Y/s1600-h/Photo0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RnT65eY-8GI/AAAAAAAAAic/7X6wIMNgZ2Y/s200/Photo0044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076958545270730850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear has had a strange day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a special day in the Fatty Flatfoot empire. Fatty Flatfoot had arranged some celebrations so that everyone could pretend they are happy. She gathered all the slaves together and made them play games and pretend to laugh out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Growly Bear. He joined in and pretended to smile. But he knew he would not find the point of guinea pigs there. And inside he was wishing Princess Kitty could come and secretly rescue him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty thought about Growly Bear . She thought about a spell to rescue him. But she quite liked the thought of Growly Bear having to run about and look happy. So she just giggled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-2979742698935973918?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/2979742698935973918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=2979742698935973918&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/2979742698935973918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/2979742698935973918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/06/run-little-bear.html' title='Run Little Bear'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RnT65eY-8GI/AAAAAAAAAic/7X6wIMNgZ2Y/s72-c/Photo0044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-5737539604979357408</id><published>2007-06-13T23:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T09:54:16.226+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A Funny Old World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RnT2juY-8FI/AAAAAAAAAiU/0aOqEfSKq2Y/s1600-h/Photo0043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RnT2juY-8FI/AAAAAAAAAiU/0aOqEfSKq2Y/s200/Photo0043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076953773562064978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear and Princess Kitty had a good chat today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear has been thinking a lot about what Princess Kitty said and how their time apart might be. Princess Kitty and Growly Bear agree that they are going to meet next week to talk about this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty is pleased that Growly Bear has been thinking. She is pleased that he thought her idea was good. She is glad they both agree that finding the point of guinea pigs is the most important thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty lies in bed and thinks about how strange her new world is. She thinks about how her journey has been so far. She thinks about how lucky she is to have nice friends. She thinks about how much she loves Growly Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty cuddles up to Daisy the Cat and falls asleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-5737539604979357408?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/5737539604979357408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=5737539604979357408&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/5737539604979357408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/5737539604979357408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-funny-old-world.html' title='It&apos;s A Funny Old World'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RnT2juY-8FI/AAAAAAAAAiU/0aOqEfSKq2Y/s72-c/Photo0043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-383631481880108637</id><published>2007-06-12T19:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T09:37:06.998+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Brave Little Bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RnTyq-Y-8EI/AAAAAAAAAiM/_Y300vnPbms/s1600-h/Photo0041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RnTyq-Y-8EI/AAAAAAAAAiM/_Y300vnPbms/s200/Photo0041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076949500069605442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is Princess Kitty's Daddy's birthday today. Princess Kitty has been to see him. She took him a present and a card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear has been doing more thinking. He is still feeling scared. He is feeling scared that Princess Kitty might one day be angry with him and reject him. He is feeling scared that he will be lonely. Poor little bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty knows she will never be angry with Growly Bear. Not really angry. Sometimes he makes her a bit cross. Like sometimes she makes him a bit cross. It's part of the point of guinea pigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty spent the rest of her evening with some friends. They are planning a special event. Princess Kitty has some jobs to do that will keep her busy for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear has lots to do too. He is busy at work in the Fatty Flatfoot empire. And all the time he is thinking about how things will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be brave little bear. This will be OK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-383631481880108637?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/383631481880108637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=383631481880108637&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/383631481880108637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/383631481880108637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/06/be-brave-little-bear.html' title='Be Brave Little Bear'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RnTyq-Y-8EI/AAAAAAAAAiM/_Y300vnPbms/s72-c/Photo0041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-6752054117750833358</id><published>2007-06-11T19:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T09:17:41.372+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold On Tight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RnTuEuY-8DI/AAAAAAAAAiE/7TIvzHCezgI/s1600-h/Photo0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RnTuEuY-8DI/AAAAAAAAAiE/7TIvzHCezgI/s200/Photo0040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076944444893098034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty and Growly Bear have both been to work today. They have both been thinking about yesterday. They have both been thinking about what lies ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty wonders how Growly Bear is feeling. She wonders what he will say. She wonders what he will do. She knows she needs to spend time thinking about the point of guinea pigs too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear knows Princess Kitty loves him. He knows she is right about making decisions. He knows he needs time to think about the point of guinea pigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear is frightened too. He is frightened of what lies ahead. He is frightened because whatever decision he makes it will be difficult. And he is frightened at the thought of not seeing Princess Kitty for a while. Poor Growly Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty will miss Growly Bear too. She is going to keep some of his special things to help her stay strong and not be sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on tight little creatures. There is a bumpy ride ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-6752054117750833358?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/6752054117750833358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=6752054117750833358&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/6752054117750833358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/6752054117750833358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/06/hold-on-tight.html' title='Hold On Tight'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RnTuEuY-8DI/AAAAAAAAAiE/7TIvzHCezgI/s72-c/Photo0040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-3979734421921726387</id><published>2007-06-10T18:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T09:06:46.465+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart To Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RnTraeY-8CI/AAAAAAAAAh8/ARp5VAYu3S4/s1600-h/Photo0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RnTraeY-8CI/AAAAAAAAAh8/ARp5VAYu3S4/s200/Photo0034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076941520020369442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear came to visit Princess Kitty at The Beehive today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty decided it was time that she and Growly Bear had a heart to heart. She decided it was time to help Growly Bear move on from being stuck. And she decided that it was time she tried to find a way of not feeling so lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty told Growly Bear what she was thinking and feeling. She said she thought they should not see or talk to each other for a little while so that Growly Bear could really think about the point of guinea pigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear looked a bit upset. But then he said he would think about what Princess Kitty had said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They agreed they would meet again once more soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Difficult times for a little cat and a little bear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-3979734421921726387?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/3979734421921726387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=3979734421921726387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/3979734421921726387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/3979734421921726387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/06/heart-to-heart.html' title='Heart To Heart'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RnTraeY-8CI/AAAAAAAAAh8/ARp5VAYu3S4/s72-c/Photo0034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-2956935309871214075</id><published>2007-06-09T18:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T06:21:07.653+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RnIhjOY-8BI/AAAAAAAAAh0/GfkmfbLQ4vE/s1600-h/Photo0033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RnIhjOY-8BI/AAAAAAAAAh0/GfkmfbLQ4vE/s200/Photo0033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076156619041992722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty had a nice evening after all last night. As she always does with her friend Chuckles. They laughed and shared their sadnesses. They spent time with Princess Kitty's new neighbour and sang and talked and drank wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning Princess Kitty went into town with Chuckles. They went shopping. They brought nice things to eat for when Princess Kitty's daughter came for lunch. And in the evening two of Princess Kitty's other special friends came for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky Princess Kitty to have such special friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear was thinking about Princess Kitty today. He was glad that she was having a nice time with her friends. Growly Bear knows friends are important too. You have to know that to understand the point of Guinea Pigs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-2956935309871214075?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/2956935309871214075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=2956935309871214075&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/2956935309871214075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/2956935309871214075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/06/special-friends.html' title='Special Friends'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RnIhjOY-8BI/AAAAAAAAAh0/GfkmfbLQ4vE/s72-c/Photo0033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-6811080118189522466</id><published>2007-06-08T18:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T18:48:36.243+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Putting On A Brave Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RmmWa-Y-8AI/AAAAAAAAAhs/yuuvWzYX0HM/s1600-h/Photo0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RmmWa-Y-8AI/AAAAAAAAAhs/yuuvWzYX0HM/s200/Photo0031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073751845378125826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty is feeling weary. She has not been sleeping very well and she feels sad inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear has not been sleeping well either. He is weary too. He went to bed last night with a headache and he woke up with another this morning. But Growly Bear just kept going as Growly Bear does. And eventually his headache went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty is feeling sad inside because she feels lost. She is happy to be at The Beehive and she loves her new home very much. Very much indeed. But she feels as if part of her is missing. And although she tries her best she is finding it harder and harder to understand the point of guinea pigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty has her friend Chuckles coming over for the evening. She is cooking a meal for him tonight. She knows she will have to be brave and put a smile on her face. But inside she will still be crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear is on his way back to his cave. He has his girl cub coming for tea so he is going to cook for her. He will be putting on a brave face to get through his evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a sorry state of affairs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-6811080118189522466?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/6811080118189522466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=6811080118189522466&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/6811080118189522466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/6811080118189522466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/06/putting-on-brave-face.html' title='Putting On A Brave Face'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RmmWa-Y-8AI/AAAAAAAAAhs/yuuvWzYX0HM/s72-c/Photo0031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-1101322296226525299</id><published>2007-06-07T20:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T20:13:57.796+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting On With It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RmhY1OY-7_I/AAAAAAAAAhk/cI5Nh5Lnzic/s1600-h/Photo0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RmhY1OY-7_I/AAAAAAAAAhk/cI5Nh5Lnzic/s200/Photo0030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073402651652059122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear and Princess Kitty have both been hard at work today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear has had his little wet nose pushed against the grindstone of Fatty Flatfoot slavery. Princess Kitty has had her first day back after a few days off to move house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear and Princess Kitty have both been dealing with problems today. Other people's problems. They have been trying to help other people get along but it is not always easy. Not easy at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty wonders if some people forget why they go to work. She thinks that they forget they are there to help other people. She gets cross when they spend time making problems rather than just getting on with their jobs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear feels the same way. He knows that when groups of people get together there are bound to be problems sometimes. Like when you get a group of guinea pigs together. But like Princess Kitty he wishes they would just do what they are supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty and Growly Bear are tired now after their busy days. Growly Bear is at his cave. Princess Kitty is in The Beehive. They are going to talk later on MSN. Then they will each go off to their little beds to sleep. Ready for another busy day tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-1101322296226525299?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/1101322296226525299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=1101322296226525299&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/1101322296226525299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/1101322296226525299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/06/getting-on-with-it.html' title='Getting On With It'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RmhY1OY-7_I/AAAAAAAAAhk/cI5Nh5Lnzic/s72-c/Photo0030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-8256821397757705941</id><published>2007-06-06T22:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T22:57:15.077+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Its A Hard Knock Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RmctsuY-7-I/AAAAAAAAAhc/eemHE5MfVVw/s1600-h/Photo0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RmctsuY-7-I/AAAAAAAAAhc/eemHE5MfVVw/s200/Photo0029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073073751646466018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear has been visiting The Beehive today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came in a different car today. He brought Princess Kitty a table and chairs for The Beehive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear does not like driving the different car. He says it is like driving a truck. Princess Kitty thinks it is nice of him to go to so much trouble. Kind Growly Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear could not stay long as he had to go to work. He and Princess Kitty made some wonderful honey then Princess Kitty made them a nice lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Growly Bear had gone Princess Kitty had a snooze. When she woke up she could feel the sadness of Growly Bear leaving. She could feel how much she missed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty finds it hard to carry around such a heavy heart sometimes. She tells herself that finding a way to cope with sad feelings is part of understanding the point of guinea pigs. She reminds herself that Growly Bear has to deal with sad feelings too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it is hard to be a bear and a cat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-8256821397757705941?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/8256821397757705941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=8256821397757705941&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/8256821397757705941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/8256821397757705941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-hard-knock-life.html' title='Its A Hard Knock Life'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RmctsuY-7-I/AAAAAAAAAhc/eemHE5MfVVw/s72-c/Photo0029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-6635063324407123881</id><published>2007-06-05T23:08:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T23:24:58.164+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Beehive'/><title type='text'>Wakey Wakey Princess Kitty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RmXicOY-79I/AAAAAAAAAhU/I4dMnaY80ls/s1600-h/Photo0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RmXicOY-79I/AAAAAAAAAhU/I4dMnaY80ls/s200/Photo0028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072709529829830610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty has been doing some more painting today. She has been making The Beehive nice because Growly Bear is coming to visit tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear says his head is like putty. Princess Kitty wonders if it is really soft inside. She wonders if it really has that nice smell like real putty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty is quite tired this evening. She has worked hard. And she has not been sleeping very well. Not because she has been worrying, although she is worried about Growly Bear. Not because there is lots of noise, because The Beehive is very quiet. Not because she has been wondering about the point of guinea pigs, although she does think about that quite often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Princess Kitty is tired because Daisy the Cat has been keeping her awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daisy the Cat likes cuddles. She likes them a lot. She creeps into Princess Kitty's bed and snuggles up to her. She wants Princess Kitty to play with her, even when Princess Kitty is asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty is going to teach Daisy the Cat to use a special little door. Then she can go out to play with some other Cats. Maybe then Princess Kitty will get a good night's sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-6635063324407123881?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/6635063324407123881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=6635063324407123881&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/6635063324407123881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/6635063324407123881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/06/wakey-wakey-princess-kitty.html' title='Wakey Wakey Princess Kitty'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RmXicOY-79I/AAAAAAAAAhU/I4dMnaY80ls/s72-c/Photo0028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-4931893058225056287</id><published>2007-06-04T22:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T23:27:57.699+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fatty Flatfoot'/><title type='text'>Diving In</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RmSRv-Y-78I/AAAAAAAAAhM/Stf9Ix9Uw0A/s1600-h/Photo0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RmSRv-Y-78I/AAAAAAAAAhM/Stf9Ix9Uw0A/s200/Photo0027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072339333713686466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear has been working in the Fatty Flatfoot empire today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home he chatted to Princess Kitty on his little Nokia. He told her that today had been slavery at its worst. He told her that on days such as today it was hard to see the point of guinea pigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And being a slave in Fatty Flatfoot's empire is not the only problem Growly Bear has. He is unhappy. Unhappy inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wants to be with Princess Kitty. He wants to go and live with her at The Beehive. But he lives with another bear who relies on him. He doesn't want to make her sad. And he doesn't think other bears in his life will understand about his love for Princess Kitty. He thinks they will be cross with him. Poor Growly Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty feels sad for Growly Bear. She understands that it is hard for him. She understands that he is scared. Like when you are on the top diving board at the swimming pool. You want to jump but you just can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty doesn't know how Growly Bear is going to get over his problem. She doesn't know how he will find the courage to jump. Maybe he will just have to close his eyes, step over the edge and trust he will land safely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-4931893058225056287?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/4931893058225056287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=4931893058225056287&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/4931893058225056287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/4931893058225056287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/06/diving-in.html' title='Diving In'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RmSRv-Y-78I/AAAAAAAAAhM/Stf9Ix9Uw0A/s72-c/Photo0027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-925660369992547273</id><published>2007-06-03T23:26:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T23:41:13.536+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beehive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RmNDcwldCcI/AAAAAAAAAhE/uuf3-04FHTY/s1600-h/Photo0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RmNDcwldCcI/AAAAAAAAAhE/uuf3-04FHTY/s200/Photo0025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071971766706702786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty has had another busy day. She has painted her kitchen window. She has done some gardening. And she has been getting to know her new neighbours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear is back at his cave. He has been mowing lawns and shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear has been missing Princess Kitty and Princess Kitty has been missing Growly Bear. Growly Bear wants to see all the things Princess Kitty has done at her new home. And he wants to meet Daisy the Cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty has been thinking about her new home. She wants a name for it. A name that only she and Growly Bear know. A name that will help explain the point of guinea pigs. A name that will make Growly Bear want to come and stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Princess Kitty had an idea. She is going to call her new home something that reminds her and Growly Bear about making their special honey. A home that will remind them of the busy things she has been doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty is going to call her new home The Beehive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-925660369992547273?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/925660369992547273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=925660369992547273&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/925660369992547273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/925660369992547273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/06/beehive.html' title='The Beehive'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RmNDcwldCcI/AAAAAAAAAhE/uuf3-04FHTY/s72-c/Photo0025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-1423421406856959568</id><published>2007-06-02T23:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T23:26:03.298+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awake Dreams'/><title type='text'>Daisy The Cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RmM_2AldCbI/AAAAAAAAAg8/xtLSK-RT8Y0/s1600-h/Photo0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RmM_2AldCbI/AAAAAAAAAg8/xtLSK-RT8Y0/s200/Photo0023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071967802451888562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear has been to a show. Not the sort of show where people perform. Not a circus either.&lt;br /&gt;A show where you can buy things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear was looking for some slippers. He wants some special slippers to wear in Princess Kitty's new home. She is going to get some new carpets. Growly Bear does not want to make Princess Kitty cross with him. He is a little bit scared of making her cross. He thinks about it sometimes. In his awake dreams. He would like her to be strict with him and a little bit cross. But not very cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty has had a nice day too. Her mummy and daddy came to see her new house. They liked it. Then Princess Kitty's girl kitten came to see it. She liked it too. She brought Daisy the Cat with her .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daisy the Cat was frightened. She did not know where she was. She hid behind the settee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty gave Daisy the Cat lots of cuddles. She took her to bed with her so that she would not be scared. She talked to her about the point of guinea pigs. She told her all about Growly Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daisy the Cat sniffed around the bedroom. Then she snuggled up next to Princess Kitty and they went to sleep. Growly Bear lay awake a little bit longer and had some more dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-1423421406856959568?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/1423421406856959568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=1423421406856959568&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/1423421406856959568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/1423421406856959568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/06/daisy-cat.html' title='Daisy The Cat'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RmM_2AldCbI/AAAAAAAAAg8/xtLSK-RT8Y0/s72-c/Photo0023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-5687839525182242081</id><published>2007-06-01T23:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T23:12:51.990+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas Princess Kitty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RmM8vgldCaI/AAAAAAAAAg0/PRl-Hvo6qrg/s1600-h/Photo0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RmM8vgldCaI/AAAAAAAAAg0/PRl-Hvo6qrg/s200/Photo0022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071964392247855522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear left Princess Kitty's new home today. He is going to see his mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty kept herself busy so that she would not miss Growly Bear too much. She went running with some of her friends. They had a Christmas Party afterwards. Father Christmas came and brought them all presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Princess Kitty told Growly Bear about the Christmas Party he shook his head. He thinks Princess Kitty and her friends are a little strange. He likes to think of Princess Kitty enjoying herself though. He wonders what Father Christmas brought her. He wonders if it will help her understand the point of guinea pigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was time for Princess Kitty to go to bed she was tired. She curled up in her little bed and closed her eyes. She thought about Growly Bear. The next thing she knew she was in the land of dreams with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-5687839525182242081?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/5687839525182242081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=5687839525182242081&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/5687839525182242081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/5687839525182242081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/06/merry-christmas-princess-kitty.html' title='Merry Christmas Princess Kitty'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RmM8vgldCaI/AAAAAAAAAg0/PRl-Hvo6qrg/s72-c/Photo0022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-5281681262100876548</id><published>2007-05-31T22:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T23:03:40.646+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Psycho Bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RmM6sQldCZI/AAAAAAAAAgs/Rf2iXnLb0DY/s1600-h/Photo0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RmM6sQldCZI/AAAAAAAAAgs/Rf2iXnLb0DY/s200/Photo0021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071962137390025106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear and Princess Kitty have been to Ikea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear has bought Princess Kitty lots of things for her new home. Glasses and lamps. Throws and snuggle blankets. Light bulbs and tables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty's favourite things are an orange washing up brush and a lampshade with pretty beads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear and Princess Kitty like shopping together. Growly Bear likes watching what Princess Kitty chooses. It helps them understand the point of guinea pigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes Growly Bear really likes the things Princess Kitty chooses. Sometimes he is not sure. And sometimes he is horrified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear says when Princess Kitty chooses something he doesn't like he hears a noise in his head like the Psycho film. A sort of screeching noise. Princess Kitty wonders if Growly Bear should see a doctor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-5281681262100876548?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/5281681262100876548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=5281681262100876548&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/5281681262100876548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/5281681262100876548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/05/psycho-bear.html' title='Psycho Bear'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RmM6sQldCZI/AAAAAAAAAgs/Rf2iXnLb0DY/s72-c/Photo0021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-4820225506114906347</id><published>2007-05-30T22:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T12:20:50.387+01:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Make Sweet Honey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RmKkBgldCYI/AAAAAAAAAgk/WIjr3aFE_-I/s1600-h/Photo0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RmKkBgldCYI/AAAAAAAAAgk/WIjr3aFE_-I/s200/Photo0016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071796476206451074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear has been at work today. He has been teaching bad bears how to be better. He has been teaching them about the point of guinea pigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He talked to the bad bears about making honey. He explained how important it is to have good ingredients. He told them that honey made in the wrong way always tastes sour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to the bad bears made Growly Bear think about how he and Princess Kitty make honey together. It made him realise how special they honey they make is. The best he has ever made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty likes making honey with Growly Bear too. She likes the sweet taste. She loves their secret recipes that no-one else knows about. And she knows that what makes their honey so special is magic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-4820225506114906347?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/4820225506114906347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=4820225506114906347&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/4820225506114906347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/4820225506114906347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/05/how-to-make-sweet-honey.html' title='How To Make Sweet Honey'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RmKkBgldCYI/AAAAAAAAAgk/WIjr3aFE_-I/s72-c/Photo0016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-3139619775125017094</id><published>2007-05-29T19:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T18:53:43.439+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Whose Turn To Choose?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RmGunwldCWI/AAAAAAAAAgU/rq8GaJymjfc/s1600-h/Photo0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RmGunwldCWI/AAAAAAAAAgU/rq8GaJymjfc/s200/Photo0015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071526653476014434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty and Growly Bear have done lots of things today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Princess Kitty made Growly Bear a cup of tea in bed. Then Princess Kitty had to go to the doctors. She has a little lump on her leg. The doctor gave her some cream to rub into it to make it better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Princess Kitty and Growly Bear went shopping. Princess Kitty said she would buy Growly Bear lunch and he could choose where they would eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her head Princess Kitty hoped Growly Bear would choose her favourite cafe. It sells nice salads and delicious puddings. Princess Kitty thinks the point of guinea pigs might be found in such a place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Growly Bear chose somewhere different. He found a cafe which sold tea in mugs and where all the food came with chips. Growly Bear was very excited. It was just the sort of place he likes to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty looked around carefully. She hoped nobody that she knows would see her. She hoped her mummy would never find out she had eaten in such a place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear ate all his food up. He said it was delicious. He  promised to bring Princess Kitty again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty smiled and said thank you. Inside her head she decided it would be her turn to choose next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-3139619775125017094?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/3139619775125017094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=3139619775125017094&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/3139619775125017094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/3139619775125017094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/05/whose-turn-to-choose.html' title='Whose Turn To Choose?'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RmGunwldCWI/AAAAAAAAAgU/rq8GaJymjfc/s72-c/Photo0015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-8601961490240102388</id><published>2007-05-28T18:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T18:30:56.357+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprises</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RmGpRwldCVI/AAAAAAAAAgM/j1kWidibZwk/s1600-h/Photo0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RmGpRwldCVI/AAAAAAAAAgM/j1kWidibZwk/s200/Photo0014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071520777960753490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty has been working hard cleaning up her new little house again today. She has cleaned the bathroom. She has vacuumed the carpets. She has emptied all the boxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear is staying at Princess Kitty's new home again for a few days. When he arrived he was very surprised at all Princess Kitty had done. Very surprised indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went into every room. He looked in all the cupboards. He saw how clean the bathroom is now. He saw how sparkling the kitchen has become. He says Princess Kitty is making it into a lovely new home. He says it is part of the point of guinea pigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Growly Bear had a surprise for Princess Kitty too. A microwave that can grill and bake. It is very shiny. Princess Kitty thinks it will look fine in her new kitchen. Very fine indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-8601961490240102388?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/8601961490240102388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=8601961490240102388&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/8601961490240102388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/8601961490240102388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/05/surprises.html' title='Surprises'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RmGpRwldCVI/AAAAAAAAAgM/j1kWidibZwk/s72-c/Photo0014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-8346089520837035323</id><published>2007-05-27T22:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T17:30:15.387+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fusspot Bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RmGbDQldCUI/AAAAAAAAAgE/fpgkG-Tqxs4/s1600-h/Photo0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RmGbDQldCUI/AAAAAAAAAgE/fpgkG-Tqxs4/s200/Photo0013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071505135689861442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear and Princess Kitty have both been visiting people today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty visited her step girl kitten and grandkittens. Her little boy grandkitten made her laugh. Her little girl grandkitten was sweet. Princess Kitty gave her lots of cuddles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear has been visiting the sister of the bear that he lives with. He likes the sister and her partner and their children. But he does not like the food they serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear is quite fussy about food. Princess Kitty finds it difficult to work out sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, he insists on buying the finest ingredients when he is cooking. The juiciest, tastiest tomatoes. The softest avocados. The best watercress. But when he goes out to eat he likes nothing better than to have sausage egg and chips in a cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty wonders if guinea pigs are so fussy. Growly Bear says he is sure they know what they like and only eat that. Princess Kitty thinks she might find out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-8346089520837035323?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/8346089520837035323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=8346089520837035323&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/8346089520837035323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/8346089520837035323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/05/fusspot-bear.html' title='Fusspot Bear'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RmGbDQldCUI/AAAAAAAAAgE/fpgkG-Tqxs4/s72-c/Photo0013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-4831994283158262699</id><published>2007-05-26T22:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T22:40:22.617+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Scour, Scrape And Scrub</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rl3u5wldCTI/AAAAAAAAAf8/goH78VrNdMg/s1600-h/Photo0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rl3u5wldCTI/AAAAAAAAAf8/goH78VrNdMg/s200/Photo0012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070471431550994738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty has been cleaning. She has been cleaning her new kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has scoured and scraped. She has washed walls and ceilings. She has scrubbed floors. She has polished tiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day she looks around. Her new kitchen is gleaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thinks Growly Bear is going to like cooking in this kitchen. She thinks he is going to be surprised when he sees how clean and shiny she has made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Princess Kitty has another surprise for Growly Bear. She is going to have a lodger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daisy is coming to live with Princess Kitty. Daisy is a Cat. Daisy used to live with Princess Kitty at her big house. And now she is going to live with her in her new home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear was very excited when Princess Kitty told him about Daisy. Growly Bear likes Cats. And Cats like Growly Bear. Like guinea pigs they bring fun and love into a home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty is going to work hard to make her new home just right for when Daisy arrives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-4831994283158262699?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/4831994283158262699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=4831994283158262699&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/4831994283158262699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/4831994283158262699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/05/scour-scrape-and-scrub.html' title='Scour, Scrape And Scrub'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rl3u5wldCTI/AAAAAAAAAf8/goH78VrNdMg/s72-c/Photo0012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-1796282325585026337</id><published>2007-05-25T19:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T22:23:34.405+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Expressions'/><title type='text'>Dusters At Dawn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rl3rSAldCRI/AAAAAAAAAfs/XhDAKr2oEWA/s1600-h/Photo0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rl3rSAldCRI/AAAAAAAAAfs/XhDAKr2oEWA/s200/Photo0011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070467450116311314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty and Growly Bear have been working hard again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear is feeling stiff. He doesn't think he is a bear who should be lifting heavy things. He thinks he is a bear who should be able to schmooze. But he doesn't really mind. He likes to help Princess Kitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty is a bit stiff too. She is thinking about how much work she has to do. Her new home is not very clean. All her things are in boxes. She has a busy few days ahead of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear has gone back to his cave now for the weekend. He felt sad to leave Princess Kitty. He wondered if she would be alright on her own in her new little home. And he has promised to talk to Princess Kitty about the point of guinea pigs next time they meet. He will need to think about what he is going to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime Princess Kitty is getting read to start work. She is getting her dusters ready. She wants to surprise Growly Bear when he comes to visit next time. She hopes Growly Bear will say "Goodness Princess Kitty. Your home is spic and span. Just the ticket".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-1796282325585026337?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/1796282325585026337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=1796282325585026337&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/1796282325585026337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/1796282325585026337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/05/dusters-at-dawn.html' title='Dusters At Dawn'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rl3rSAldCRI/AAAAAAAAAfs/XhDAKr2oEWA/s72-c/Photo0011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-7879933393380586880</id><published>2007-05-24T20:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T22:08:21.023+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fish, Chips and Champagne</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rl3nsQldCQI/AAAAAAAAAfk/Zqw9rKvZHG0/s1600-h/Photo0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rl3nsQldCQI/AAAAAAAAAfk/Zqw9rKvZHG0/s200/Photo0010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070463503041366274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty and Growly Bear are sitting on either side of the fireplace in Princess Kitty's new home. They are eating fish and chips out of the paper and drinking champagne. Just like they planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a busy day full of adventures. They packed all Princess Kitty's things into a little van and trailer that she borrowed. Then they got a call to say Princess Kitty to go into her new home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They looked around The Cardigan. It was clean and empty. Ready for the next people to live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty hopes they will be as happy as she has been there. She hopes that they will feel some of the love she and Growly Bear felt there. She hopes living there will help them understand the point of guinea pigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to the new house Princess Kitty's mattress bounced off the trailer into the road. Princess Kitty and Growly Bear giggled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they got to Princess Kitty's new home they took all her things in. Growly Bear and Princess Kitty lifted sofas. They carried wardrobes. They pushed fridges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a tiring day. I think those little creatures will sleep well tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-7879933393380586880?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/7879933393380586880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=7879933393380586880&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/7879933393380586880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/7879933393380586880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/05/fish-chips-and-champagne.html' title='Fish, Chips and Champagne'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rl3nsQldCQI/AAAAAAAAAfk/Zqw9rKvZHG0/s72-c/Photo0010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-8579037219772635715</id><published>2007-05-23T21:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T21:57:04.626+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Cardigan'/><title type='text'>Goodbye To The Cardigan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rl3lEgldCPI/AAAAAAAAAfc/bFzlFbqvZpc/s1600-h/Photo0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rl3lEgldCPI/AAAAAAAAAfc/bFzlFbqvZpc/s200/Photo0009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070460621118310642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the big day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow Princess Kitty leaves The Cardigan forever. She is excited about her new adventure. But she is sad too. The Cardigan has been a special place for her. It has been her first home on her own. It has been the place where her love for Growly Bear has grown. It has seen tears and laughter. It has seen passion and pleasure. And it has been a place to think about the point of guinea pigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear is at The Cardigan tonight ready to help Princess Kitty move tomorrow. He is feeling a bit sad too. He has grown to love The Cardigan. He has loved coming to visit. He has loved playing music and playing tricks there. And he has enjoyed making special honey with Princess Kitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty and Growly Bear cuddle up. They are ready for the next part of their adventure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-8579037219772635715?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/8579037219772635715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=8579037219772635715&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/8579037219772635715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/8579037219772635715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/05/goodbye-to-cardigan.html' title='Goodbye To The Cardigan'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rl3lEgldCPI/AAAAAAAAAfc/bFzlFbqvZpc/s72-c/Photo0009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-8289965735733706098</id><published>2007-05-22T23:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T06:18:50.373+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wise Old Bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RlPOpwldCOI/AAAAAAAAAfU/oDlCz8dzU6c/s1600-h/Photo0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RlPOpwldCOI/AAAAAAAAAfU/oDlCz8dzU6c/s200/Photo0007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067621222533892322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty is shattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She feels as if she is running on empty. The Cardigan is full of boxes. She is very busy at work trying to get everything done before she has a break. And she is washed out after her cold. Poor Princess Kitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear understands. He understands that she is tired. He understands that she feels a bit adrift. He understands that she is feeling a bit scared about leaving The Cardigan for her own home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knows too that everything will be OK. He knows that he will be there to help Princess Kitty move and look after her. He knows that there will be things to learn about the point of guinea pigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But best of all Growly Bear knows they will eat fish and chips on the night Princess Kitty moves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-8289965735733706098?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/8289965735733706098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=8289965735733706098&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/8289965735733706098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/8289965735733706098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/05/wise-old-bear.html' title='Wise Old Bear'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RlPOpwldCOI/AAAAAAAAAfU/oDlCz8dzU6c/s72-c/Photo0007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-2045242735334274528</id><published>2007-05-21T23:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T23:20:46.933+01:00</updated><title type='text'>One Sweet Bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RlIbNQldCNI/AAAAAAAAAfM/r5AQT13IElc/s1600-h/Photo0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RlIbNQldCNI/AAAAAAAAAfM/r5AQT13IElc/s200/Photo0006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067142445349538002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GrowlyBear is the sweetest bear in the world. So Princess Kitty thinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty is dashing about. She is busy at work. She is busy packing everything into boxes at The Cardigan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is Princess Kitty's mummy's birthday on Wednesday. She has been worrying when she will find time to buy her a present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Growly Bear went into town today. He went into a shop and bought some nice things for Princess Kitty to give to her mummy. Some pyjamas, a nice dressing gown, some slippers and some socks. Kind Growly Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty finds it hard to get used to some of Growly Bear's ways. She is not used to bears who can shop. She is not used to bears who are so thoughtful and kind. She wants to give him a great big kiss. She wants to tell him that he is helping her understand the point of guinea pigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That really is one sweet bear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-2045242735334274528?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/2045242735334274528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=2045242735334274528&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/2045242735334274528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/2045242735334274528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/05/one-sweet-bear.html' title='One Sweet Bear'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RlIbNQldCNI/AAAAAAAAAfM/r5AQT13IElc/s72-c/Photo0006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-6817031414542509392</id><published>2007-05-20T20:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T20:24:20.185+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ups And Downs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RlCgQAldCMI/AAAAAAAAAfE/ZGA8RFGWHLo/s1600-h/Photo0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RlCgQAldCMI/AAAAAAAAAfE/ZGA8RFGWHLo/s200/Photo0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066725777687251138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty is ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or at least she if feeling very ugly today. She has a big cold sore on her top lip. Just under her whiskers. Poor Princess Kitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear has been trying to fix things today. He has been trying to fix the dishwasher at his cave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually Growly Bear is good at fixing things. But today he just could not fix the dishwasher. 8 hours of hard working. Poor Growly Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life for cats and bears can be up and down. Just like it is for guinea pigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty and Growly Bear hope there will be some more up again soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-6817031414542509392?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/6817031414542509392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=6817031414542509392&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/6817031414542509392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/6817031414542509392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/05/ups-and-downs.html' title='Ups And Downs'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RlCgQAldCMI/AAAAAAAAAfE/ZGA8RFGWHLo/s72-c/Photo0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-7318760231686352354</id><published>2007-05-19T19:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T15:33:19.380+01:00</updated><title type='text'>But The Greatest Of These Is Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RlBb6gldCLI/AAAAAAAAAe8/r6rcvQ0NM98/s1600-h/Photo0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RlBb6gldCLI/AAAAAAAAAe8/r6rcvQ0NM98/s200/Photo0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066650641529374898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear has been to a wedding today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He left The Cardigan early to go back to his cave. He put on his smart little cream suit. The wedding was of a friend of his, Whirly Shirly. She is in love. Growly Bear is very happy for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the service Growly Bear felt moved. He sang the hymns. He listened carefully to the readings. He thought about Princess Kitty. He thought about how much he loves her. He knew that the point of guinea pigs is being with the one you love. As he sang Jerusalem, Growly Bear had tears running down his furry little cheeks. Poor Growly Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty was thinking about Growly Bear. She knew today might be difficult for him. She understands how difficult things are for him. She understands that he is frightened. She understands that he is unhappy. She understands that all she can do to help is stay strong, be patient and keep loving him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-7318760231686352354?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/7318760231686352354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=7318760231686352354&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/7318760231686352354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/7318760231686352354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/05/but-greatest-of-these-is-love.html' title='But The Greatest Of These Is Love'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RlBb6gldCLI/AAAAAAAAAe8/r6rcvQ0NM98/s72-c/Photo0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-6633306028420732855</id><published>2007-05-18T23:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T16:53:32.857+01:00</updated><title type='text'>On The Road</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rk8dYAldCKI/AAAAAAAAAe0/O_4GT8nSxpo/s1600-h/Photo0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rk8dYAldCKI/AAAAAAAAAe0/O_4GT8nSxpo/s200/Photo0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066300404126255266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear is staying that The Cardigan tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty and Growly Bear have been out walking together. Princess Kitty took Growly Bear to a hill and they walked to the top. Growly Bear moaned quite a lot. He said it made him puffed out. He said he was scared he was going to get blown away because it was very windy. Princess Kitty just sniffed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Princess Kitty and Growly Bear went for a drive in Growly Bear's little Skoda. They went to see the outside of Princess Kitty's new home. They drove around the area so that Growly Bear could see where Princess Kitty is going to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went up hills. They went along windy roads. They went past pubs and churchyards. They even visited a colony for some people searching for the point of guinea pigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they got home Growly Bear made Princess Kitty some nice tea. Her cold was much better after their walk. They watched a video together and then made some of the most beautiful, clever and complicated honey ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those clever little creatures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-6633306028420732855?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/6633306028420732855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=6633306028420732855&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/6633306028420732855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/6633306028420732855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/05/on-road.html' title='On The Road'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rk8dYAldCKI/AAAAAAAAAe0/O_4GT8nSxpo/s72-c/Photo0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-7721075182296593745</id><published>2007-05-17T19:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T19:48:07.454+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitty No Mates</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RkyjVwldCJI/AAAAAAAAAes/rLho28lIEwM/s1600-h/Photo0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RkyjVwldCJI/AAAAAAAAAes/rLho28lIEwM/s200/Photo0035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065603275099539602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty is a leper. No-one wants to be her friend. Even her mummy does not want to see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty has a cold. A very nasty cold indeed. Her little nose is red and running. She keeps coughing and sneezing. Her throat is sore. When she when into an office today the woman behind the counter started fanning the air to keep the germs away. Poor Princess Kitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear and Princess Kitty were supposed to be meeting today. But Growly Bear wants to try not to catch Princess Kitty's cold so that he can help her move to her new home next week. So they agreed not to meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear says he will go back to his cave and think nice thoughts about Princess Kitty instead. He says he will chat to her later on MSN about guinea pigs and other important things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty says "Atisshoo"!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-7721075182296593745?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/7721075182296593745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=7721075182296593745&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/7721075182296593745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/7721075182296593745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/05/kitty-no-mates.html' title='Kitty No Mates'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RkyjVwldCJI/AAAAAAAAAes/rLho28lIEwM/s72-c/Photo0035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-5600219294290091422</id><published>2007-05-16T21:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T21:28:57.309+01:00</updated><title type='text'>There's No Place Like Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RktpaQldCII/AAAAAAAAAek/Bx7oep8UXlQ/s1600-h/Photo0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RktpaQldCII/AAAAAAAAAek/Bx7oep8UXlQ/s200/Photo0034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065258105757829250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty is not feeling much better today. She is not thinking about that this evening though. Nor is she thinking about guinea pigs. She has been to see her new home instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a few weeks since Princess Kitty saw her new home. She had forgotten what it looks like. She is very excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home Princess Kitty cried a little bit. She cried because she was happy. She cried because she knows her new home is going to be very very special. She cried because its hers. Her own special place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty is going to love her new home. And she is going to fill it with love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-5600219294290091422?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/5600219294290091422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=5600219294290091422&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/5600219294290091422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/5600219294290091422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/05/theres-no-place-like-home.html' title='There&apos;s No Place Like Home'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RktpaQldCII/AAAAAAAAAek/Bx7oep8UXlQ/s72-c/Photo0034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-3284772285355024865</id><published>2007-05-15T17:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T17:26:04.426+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aches and Pains</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rkne-Y8oIII/AAAAAAAAAec/HMDGwtIF_VE/s1600-h/Photo0033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rkne-Y8oIII/AAAAAAAAAec/HMDGwtIF_VE/s200/Photo0033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064824419384828034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty is not very well. She has had a sore throat for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear says she must drink plenty and gargle with salty water. Princess Kitty thinks 'Yuk'. But she is doing it - sometimes at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty is also a bit worried. She is worried about a little lump on her leg. She has made an appointment to see the doctor to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear is feeling OK although he is still worrying about lots of things. He worries about Princess Kitty managing on her own. He worries especially when she is not very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind. Growly Bear and Princess Kitty are going to have some more time together soon. They will be able to sing and eat and sleep and play and talk about guinea pigs together. And of course there will be lots of honey making.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-3284772285355024865?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/3284772285355024865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=3284772285355024865&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/3284772285355024865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/3284772285355024865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/05/aches-and-pains.html' title='Aches and Pains'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rkne-Y8oIII/AAAAAAAAAec/HMDGwtIF_VE/s72-c/Photo0033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-5430440823657957240</id><published>2007-05-14T20:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T20:45:13.870+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Thickening Web</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rki8OY8oIHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/3uydZekylq4/s1600-h/Photo0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rki8OY8oIHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/3uydZekylq4/s200/Photo0032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064504736379052146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear and Princess Kitty chatted on their little handsfree on the way to work this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty told Growly Bear all about her clever girl kitten and how well she had danced. The team won the dancing competition. Hooray for that girl kitten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear told Princess Kitty all about his boy cub. He has had some bad news. He went to America to record an album with his band. He gave up his house and everything to do it. Now he has been told there will be no money, at least not for a while. Poor Growly Bear's cub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear has said his cub can go and live with him for a little while. To help him out. Growly Bear is feeling a bit mixed up about this. He knows it is the right thing to do but it makes everything more complicated. It is as if there is a web of problems keeping him and Princess Kitty apart. He wonders if guinea pigs have such difficulties. He wonders if Fatty Flatfoot has put a spell on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty understands about Growly Bear's cub. She would do the same for her kittens. She would help Growly Bear's cub if she could. But Growly Bear's cub does not know about his daddy's love for Princess Kitty. So she will just have to help Growly Bear by being kind and patient. And of course telling him every day that she loves him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-5430440823657957240?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/5430440823657957240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=5430440823657957240&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/5430440823657957240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/5430440823657957240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/05/thickening-web.html' title='The Thickening Web'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rki8OY8oIHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/3uydZekylq4/s72-c/Photo0032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-3315416897912911656</id><published>2007-05-13T19:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T20:00:39.957+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Proud Indeed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RkdgR48oIGI/AAAAAAAAAeM/oj8b1b-aP2E/s1600-h/Photo0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RkdgR48oIGI/AAAAAAAAAeM/oj8b1b-aP2E/s200/Photo0031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064122166462128226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been a day for cubs and kittens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear has been cooking one of his legendary dishes for his cubs. A vegetarian chilli. He makes it to another of his secret recipes. Growly Bear is very proud of his secret recipes. Very proud indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty has seen her kittens too. She went to see her girl kitten dance. She went with her mummy. Her girl kitten was spectacular. Princess Kitty felt very proud. Very proud indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But although Growly Bear and Princess Kitty have had nice days they miss each other. They miss each other very much. They hope being brave at this hard time will help them understand the point of guinea pigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those little creatures. They are brave aren't they. I am very proud of them&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-3315416897912911656?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/3315416897912911656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=3315416897912911656&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/3315416897912911656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/3315416897912911656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/05/very-proud-indeed.html' title='Very Proud Indeed'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RkdgR48oIGI/AAAAAAAAAeM/oj8b1b-aP2E/s72-c/Photo0031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-8917356281888373028</id><published>2007-05-12T19:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T09:40:08.240+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It's The Thought That Counts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RkbOxo8oIFI/AAAAAAAAAeE/xQBtHDfUCY0/s1600-h/Photo0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RkbOxo8oIFI/AAAAAAAAAeE/xQBtHDfUCY0/s200/Photo0021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063962183225319506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear has been surfing today. Surfing the Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has been reading about lots of things. He has been watching videos on U Tube. He has been learning about America and Britain, about funny things and sad things. About subtle things and shocking things. And of course the point of guinea pigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty has been busy too. She had her mummy round for lunch which was very nice. She went to help at a charity event selling raffle tickets. And then she had fish and chips for tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Growly Bear heard Princess Kitty had had fish and chips for tea he was surprised and a bit jealous. Growly Bear loves fish and chips. He likes eating them with his paws and getting them all greasy. He likes to eat them best when he is very hungry, especially at the seaside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty says she will save Growly Bear a chip. Growly Bear is not sure if this is such a good thing as he won't be seeing Princess Kitty for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose it is the thought that counts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-8917356281888373028?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/8917356281888373028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=8917356281888373028&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/8917356281888373028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/8917356281888373028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-thought-that-counts.html' title='It&apos;s The Thought That Counts'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RkbOxo8oIFI/AAAAAAAAAeE/xQBtHDfUCY0/s72-c/Photo0021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-1247403873376646926</id><published>2007-05-11T21:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T07:19:40.153+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RkVcbo8oIEI/AAAAAAAAAd8/4xB38g5cXjY/s1600-h/Photo0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RkVcbo8oIEI/AAAAAAAAAd8/4xB38g5cXjY/s200/Photo0020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063554985965920322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty has been at a rally today. A campaign rally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was there to speak to the crowd. She was a bit frightened but Growly Bear had helped her prepare. He helped her with writing her speech. He helped her with practising it. And he sent her lots of texts telling her that she would be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty might be on the television tonight. Except she won't see it because she does not have a television. It is the first thing on her shopping list when she moves house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear has been working hard today too. He chatted to Princess Kitty on his way home. He was very tired. So tired he told Princess Kitty he was worried he might fall asleep. Princess Kitty kept talking to him. She tried to tell him funny stories. She told him what she had learned today about the point of guinea pigs. She helped him to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clever girl Princess Kitty. A rallying call and a wake up call all in one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-1247403873376646926?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/1247403873376646926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=1247403873376646926&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/1247403873376646926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/1247403873376646926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/05/calling.html' title='Calling'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RkVcbo8oIEI/AAAAAAAAAd8/4xB38g5cXjY/s72-c/Photo0020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-1856924957686034738</id><published>2007-05-10T16:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T17:04:01.112+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fatty Flatfoot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awake Dreams'/><title type='text'>Chain Reaction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RkNCX48oIDI/AAAAAAAAAd0/bUxQUqlE9iw/s1600-h/Photo0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RkNCX48oIDI/AAAAAAAAAd0/bUxQUqlE9iw/s200/Photo0019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062963384285667378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear text Princess Kitty today. He text her to tell her that he was chained to his desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty wondered if Growly Bear really was chained to his desk. Maybe that wicked witch Fatty Flatfoot has discovered his love for Princess Kitty. Perhaps she has decided that she needs more control over him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she wonders if perhaps Growly Bear might like to be chained to his desk. She thinks about some of his awake dreams. She thinks about how he likes her to be strict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile Growly Bear has been busy working. He is going to stay with Princess Kitty at The Cardigan tonight. He needs to get lots of jobs done before he can leave. He has not even got time to think about the point of guinea pigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty is looking forward to Growly Bear coming. She is preparing The Cardigan. And wondering where to attach the chain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-1856924957686034738?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/1856924957686034738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=1856924957686034738&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/1856924957686034738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/1856924957686034738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/05/chain-reaction.html' title='Chain Reaction'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RkNCX48oIDI/AAAAAAAAAd0/bUxQUqlE9iw/s72-c/Photo0019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-7574298139150816763</id><published>2007-05-09T20:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T22:51:22.331+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Acts Of Kindness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RkJCUo8oICI/AAAAAAAAAds/MOq_u-vy9kk/s1600-h/Photo0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RkJCUo8oICI/AAAAAAAAAds/MOq_u-vy9kk/s200/Photo0018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062681853474381858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty and Growly Bear have been trying to help others today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some times they help in a way that can be seen. Other times they help in secret ways. Like thinking kind thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear has been helping bad bears be better. He is helping them to be kinder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty has been thinking kind thoughts. She has been thinking about her little niece. Her little niece is struggling to understand the point of guinea pigs. She is hard to reach out to. Princess Kitty sent her a kind text. She hopes it will remind her niece that she loves her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being kind makes people feel loved. And being loved is important&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-7574298139150816763?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/7574298139150816763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=7574298139150816763&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/7574298139150816763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/7574298139150816763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/05/acts-of-kindness.html' title='Acts Of Kindness'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RkJCUo8oICI/AAAAAAAAAds/MOq_u-vy9kk/s72-c/Photo0018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-4522767020043828862</id><published>2007-05-08T22:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T23:02:09.865+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power Of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RkDzRo8oIBI/AAAAAAAAAdk/GnAUNb-nwo8/s1600-h/Photo0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RkDzRo8oIBI/AAAAAAAAAdk/GnAUNb-nwo8/s200/Photo0017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062313465539469330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty has had a long hard day. Very long and very hard indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got up at 6.10am when her alarm went off. She had a bath and washed her fur. Then she dried it and straightened it. She had a cup of tea and got dressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got to the office at 7.20am. After a brief chat with Growly Bear she had her head down working all day. Reading, writing, interviewing, sending emails, having discussions and going to meetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work she went to a friend's house for tea. Then she went to another meeting. She did not get home until 10.30pm. Tired little cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear has had a busy day too. He has had his head down at work too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight he has been doing some research. Some research to help Princess Kitty. She has to make a speech on Friday. Growly Bear has been gathering ideas for her. He has found out things about guinea pigs. He has drafted a speech. Clever Growly Bear. And kind Growly Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are not easy for Growly Bear. He has so much on his mind. Difficult things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty and Growly Bear have not had much time to talk today either. They feel a long way apart even though they are thinking about each other all the time. At times like this they just have to trust in the power of love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-4522767020043828862?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/4522767020043828862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=4522767020043828862&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/4522767020043828862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/4522767020043828862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/05/power-of-love.html' title='The Power Of Love'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RkDzRo8oIBI/AAAAAAAAAdk/GnAUNb-nwo8/s72-c/Photo0017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-8151743494771411269</id><published>2007-05-07T19:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T19:29:59.298+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Web Of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rj9wHI8oIAI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NVVXbh6fIr4/s1600-h/Photo0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rj9wHI8oIAI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NVVXbh6fIr4/s200/Photo0016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061887774150893570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty is feeling calm today. She has been able to say things to herself that keep her calm. She has done some jobs. She has had lunch with her girl kitten. And she has had nice food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear is feeling a bit wobbly. He is missing Princess Kitty. When he played his guitar his tears ran down his face. He was crying. Poor Growly Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear has a lot on his mind. He cares for the bear that he lives with. He would not do anything to hurt her on purpose. But he loves Princess Kitty and he wants to be with her. And he doesn't see how to do the right thing without one of those going wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty knows she needs to stay strong for Growly Bear. She knows she will. She knows she needs to understand the point of guinea pigs so that she can help Growly Bear. She hopes she will. She knows that the needs to love Growly Bear. That will always be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weave your web of spells Princess Kitty to keep that little bear safe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-8151743494771411269?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/8151743494771411269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=8151743494771411269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/8151743494771411269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/8151743494771411269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/05/web-of-love.html' title='Web Of Love'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rj9wHI8oIAI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NVVXbh6fIr4/s72-c/Photo0016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-4676532885309053441</id><published>2007-05-06T17:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T17:39:10.663+01:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rj4Epo8oH_I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CJJFqLKA-TY/s1600-h/Photo0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rj4Epo8oH_I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CJJFqLKA-TY/s200/Photo0015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061488144623869938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a bit sad. Growly Bear has had to go back to his cave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bear that he lives with is coming back. She has been on a little holiday. Growly Bear has to go and get the cave ready. He has to go and collect her from the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear's head is buzzing. It is full of thoughts and feelings about Princess Kitty. He is thinking about how much he is going to miss her. He is thinking about how lovely it has been to spend time with her. He has been thinking about how much he wants to be with her all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty is feeling sad too. Very sad indeed. She has a little ache in her tummy. She misses Growly Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thinks about guinea pigs. She thinks about how they live in the moment and don't worry about the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty sighs. When she thinks about her past with Growly Bear she feels joy. When she thinks about how much she loves Growly Bear and how lucky she is to have him she feels blessed. And she tries hard not to think about the future and how that might be. That way she hopes she won't worry about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-4676532885309053441?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/4676532885309053441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=4676532885309053441&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/4676532885309053441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/4676532885309053441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/05/in-moment.html' title='In The Moment'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rj4Epo8oH_I/AAAAAAAAAdU/CJJFqLKA-TY/s72-c/Photo0015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-7036755341002951759</id><published>2007-05-05T19:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T17:28:30.357+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Snuggles And Nuzzles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rj4B448oH-I/AAAAAAAAAdM/pDdsxnP9Xpw/s1600-h/Photo0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rj4B448oH-I/AAAAAAAAAdM/pDdsxnP9Xpw/s200/Photo0014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061485108081991650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear and Princess Kitty have been out for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went for a little drive in Growly Bear's Skoda. Then they went shopping in a pretty little town. Then they had some lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun was shining. Growly Bear and Princess Kitty had love in their hearts. They could not have been happier. Being together seemed to be part of the point of guinea pigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they got home Princess Kitty and Growly Bear cuddled up together and watched videos. They snuggled into one another. They nuzzled each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty purred sweetly. Growly Bear just smiled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-7036755341002951759?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/7036755341002951759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=7036755341002951759&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/7036755341002951759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/7036755341002951759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/05/snuggles-and-nuzzles.html' title='Snuggles And Nuzzles'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rj4B448oH-I/AAAAAAAAAdM/pDdsxnP9Xpw/s72-c/Photo0014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-7671606626166054839</id><published>2007-05-04T16:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T17:17:36.771+01:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are What You Eat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rj3-648oH9I/AAAAAAAAAdE/aQr42nCjvgY/s1600-h/Photo0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rj3-648oH9I/AAAAAAAAAdE/aQr42nCjvgY/s200/Photo0013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061481843906846674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear has survived. He survived his encounter with Fatty Flatfoot. And now he is at The Cardigan for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Growly Bear arrived, he and Princess Kitty walked to the shops to buy some tea. They tried to choose things that would be easy to cook so that they could spend more time just loving each other. They chose some fish in breadcrumbs, some chunky oven chips and some mushy peas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh dear. Their tea didn't turn out at all nicely. Growly Bear said it was the worst meal he had ever cooked. He wrinkled up his little nose when he tasted the fish. He stuck out his little tongue when he tasted the chips. Only the mushy peas were OK,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear says having bad food is the worst thing of all. Every guinea pigs knows that you are what you eat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-7671606626166054839?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/7671606626166054839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=7671606626166054839&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/7671606626166054839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/7671606626166054839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/05/you-are-what-you-eat.html' title='You Are What You Eat'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rj3-648oH9I/AAAAAAAAAdE/aQr42nCjvgY/s72-c/Photo0013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-2868832152436517793</id><published>2007-05-03T21:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T21:19:45.527+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fatty Flatfoot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Suma'/><title type='text'>Preparing For The Lion's Den</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RjpDl48oH8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/AZP5HhYvwxg/s1600-h/Photo0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RjpDl48oH8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/AZP5HhYvwxg/s200/Photo0012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060431449525067714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear is preparing. Preparing to do battle with Fatty Flatfoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has to go to a meeting tomorrow. A meeting with the wicked witch Fatty Flatfoot. There will be other people there which should help keep him safe. And he is practising a spell to surprise Fatty Flatfoot. A spell about birdsong. A spell that needs someone who understands the point of guinea pigs to weave it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear wonders if Suma will be there. If she is there he will have to keep his guard up. It will be hard to keep a spell on Fatty Flatfoot without Suma seeing. And then Growly Bear would be in danger. Poor little bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty is making magic too. She is making a special spell to keep Growly Bear safe. Her magic is getting stronger all the time. She will protect Growly Bear. Lucky little bear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-2868832152436517793?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/2868832152436517793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=2868832152436517793&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/2868832152436517793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/2868832152436517793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/05/preparing-for-lions-den.html' title='Preparing For The Lion&apos;s Den'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RjpDl48oH8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/AZP5HhYvwxg/s72-c/Photo0012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-3428375499275081750</id><published>2007-05-02T23:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T23:35:20.580+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It Ain't Fur Real Joey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RjkSIo8oH7I/AAAAAAAAAc0/FoKnPVmZbc8/s1600-h/Photo0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RjkSIo8oH7I/AAAAAAAAAc0/FoKnPVmZbc8/s200/Photo0011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060095595967422386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear is feeling a bit sad today. He had to say goodbye to Princess Kitty this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knows he will be seeing her again in a few days. But he can't help missing having her around. Her funny ways. They way she talks about guinea pigs. How she sounds when she laughs out loud. How she cuddles him and puts his ribbon on for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty is missing Growly Bear too. But she isn't feeling sad. Spending time with Growly Bear has made her even more sure that they are meant to be together. She knows that Growly Bear is the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Princess Kitty knows that being parted from Growly Bear is only for a little while. She knows it won't last forever. She knows it isn't real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-3428375499275081750?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/3428375499275081750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=3428375499275081750&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/3428375499275081750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/3428375499275081750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/05/it-aint-fur-real-joey.html' title='It Ain&apos;t Fur Real Joey'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RjkSIo8oH7I/AAAAAAAAAc0/FoKnPVmZbc8/s72-c/Photo0011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-7123584816734053186</id><published>2007-05-01T23:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T23:19:44.630+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Change Of Plan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RjkOX48oH5I/AAAAAAAAAck/hsKdq5ZYeoo/s1600-h/Photo0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RjkOX48oH5I/AAAAAAAAAck/hsKdq5ZYeoo/s200/Photo0010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060091459913916306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty and Growly Bear have had a change of plan today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had planned to go to Growly Bear's cave for the night. But then Growly Bear's boy cub decided to come home. He has been in America trying to find out about guinea pigs. He has been home for a few weeks and he has had some bad news. So he needs to go where he feels safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear's cub does not know about Growly Bear's love for Princess Kitty. So Growly Bear and Princess Kitty had to change their plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went back to The Cardigan instead. And did some of the things they love to do together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then when it was time to sleep, they curled up around each other and slept peacefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-7123584816734053186?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/7123584816734053186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=7123584816734053186&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/7123584816734053186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/7123584816734053186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/05/change-of-plan.html' title='Change Of Plan'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RjkOX48oH5I/AAAAAAAAAck/hsKdq5ZYeoo/s72-c/Photo0010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-4601537758349178995</id><published>2007-04-30T22:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T22:47:01.423+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Cardigan'/><title type='text'>Feeling Lucky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rje1DY8oH4I/AAAAAAAAAcc/xA1SmHa2asE/s1600-h/Photo0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rje1DY8oH4I/AAAAAAAAAcc/xA1SmHa2asE/s200/Photo0009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059711776215015298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty and Growly Bear are still together. What lucky little creatures they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today they have both been to work. Growly Bear drove off early in his little Skoda. He read lots of things. He wrote some emails. He made some phone calls. He looked at his calender with pictures of guinea pigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he went shopping. Shopping for clothes. Clothes for Princess Kitty. Brave little bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he took the presents back to The Cardigan Princess Kitty was surprised. Very surprised indeed. Growly Bear had bought lovely things. Things that Princess Kitty likes. Clever little bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty felt very special. No-one has ever spoilt her like Growly Bear does. Lucky little cat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-4601537758349178995?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/4601537758349178995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=4601537758349178995&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/4601537758349178995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/4601537758349178995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/05/feeling-lucky.html' title='Feeling Lucky'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rje1DY8oH4I/AAAAAAAAAcc/xA1SmHa2asE/s72-c/Photo0009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-4123641234990646494</id><published>2007-04-29T19:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T08:24:27.517+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitty In My Pocket</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RjbrB48oH0I/AAAAAAAAAb8/mctzcgHCEF4/s1600-h/Photo0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RjbrB48oH0I/AAAAAAAAAb8/mctzcgHCEF4/s200/Photo0008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059489649096400706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear and Princess Kitty have been shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear has been spoiling Princess Kitty. Again. He has been buying her little presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He bought her a pretty caftan to wear. He bought her some glittery slippers. He bought her a furry jacket. Lucky Princess Kitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty likes going shopping with Growly Bear. She likes how interested he is in everything. She likes how he says funny things about what they see. He likes it that he is patient when she wants to look at things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out with Growly Bear always feels like an adventure to Princess Kitty. He has good ideas about places to go and things to do. He is lots of fun to be with. He knows about lots of things and understands things about guinea pigs. Princess Kitty wishes sometimes she was small enough to fit in Growly Bear's pocket so that she could be with him all the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-4123641234990646494?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/4123641234990646494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=4123641234990646494&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/4123641234990646494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/4123641234990646494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/04/kitty-in-my-pocket.html' title='Kitty In My Pocket'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RjbrB48oH0I/AAAAAAAAAb8/mctzcgHCEF4/s72-c/Photo0008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-2531625214738705279</id><published>2007-04-28T19:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T08:26:52.816+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Football'/><title type='text'>Ra Ra Ra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RjbrT48oH1I/AAAAAAAAAcE/ZBsjhdU9Mkg/s1600-h/Photo0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RjbrT48oH1I/AAAAAAAAAcE/ZBsjhdU9Mkg/s200/Photo0007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059489958334046034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty and Growly Bear have had a different sort of day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear has been teaching Princess Kitty about football recently. And today he took her to see a match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They woke up early and got themselves ready. Growly Bear packed a picnic. Princess Kitty did her fur. Growly Bear got the car ready. Princess Kitty put some makeup on. Growly Bear planned the route. Princess Kitty polished her sun glasses. Then they set off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear drove Princess Kitty to the football match in his little Skoda. They ate their sandwiches and drank their juice. They were happy because the team they went to see won the match. Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home they talked about the point of guinea pigs.They chatted about what a nice day they had had. They pondered on all the things they had seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they got home they were very tired. They made just a little sweet honey then fell asleep in each others paws.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-2531625214738705279?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/2531625214738705279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=2531625214738705279&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/2531625214738705279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/2531625214738705279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/04/ra-ra-ra.html' title='Ra Ra Ra'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RjbrT48oH1I/AAAAAAAAAcE/ZBsjhdU9Mkg/s72-c/Photo0007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-1728978351675388975</id><published>2007-04-27T19:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T08:27:48.716+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Fix-It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rjbr7o8oH2I/AAAAAAAAAcM/rJ1UB-cGouY/s1600-h/Photo0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rjbr7o8oH2I/AAAAAAAAAcM/rJ1UB-cGouY/s200/Photo0006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059490641233846114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty is having a nice time at Growly Bear's cave. She is being very well looked after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon Growly Bear showed Princess Kitty something special. Something very special indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear showed Princess Kitty his shed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear is very proud of his shed. Very proud indeed. He keeps it very neat and tidy. He has made special shelves to keep his things on. And all his tools are hung up on little nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people keep their guinea pigs in sheds. Not Growly Bear though. His shed is his special place for fixing things. If something needs fixing Growly Bear takes it off to his shed. He works out which of his tools he needs to fix it. And he fixes it. Clever Growly Bear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-1728978351675388975?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/1728978351675388975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=1728978351675388975&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/1728978351675388975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/1728978351675388975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/04/mr-fix-it.html' title='Mr Fix-It'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rjbr7o8oH2I/AAAAAAAAAcM/rJ1UB-cGouY/s72-c/Photo0006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-1811942352721370398</id><published>2007-04-26T19:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T08:30:14.067+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven On Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RjbsK48oH3I/AAAAAAAAAcU/IQaHNUeYBu4/s1600-h/Photo0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RjbsK48oH3I/AAAAAAAAAcU/IQaHNUeYBu4/s200/Photo0005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059490903226851186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty is on a little holiday. Again. She is Growly Bear's cave. Lucky Princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is lucky because when she goes to Growly Bear's cave he spoils her. She is looking forward to porridge in the morning. She is looking forward to nice food. She is looking forward to playing and singing and talking about the point of guinea pigs. And best of all she is looking forward to some wonderful honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear has been busy. He has been busy getting ready for Princess Kitty. He has put clean sheets on the bed. He has put pretty lights on. He has warmed up the water so that Princess Kitty can have a nice shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think those two little creatures are in for a nice few days. Don't you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-1811942352721370398?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/1811942352721370398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=1811942352721370398&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/1811942352721370398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/1811942352721370398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/04/heaven-on-earth.html' title='Heaven On Earth'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RjbsK48oH3I/AAAAAAAAAcU/IQaHNUeYBu4/s72-c/Photo0005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-8622994788703170012</id><published>2007-04-25T21:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T22:05:30.079+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Plans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Ri-_to8oHxI/AAAAAAAAAbo/1iGFoGF0-Os/s1600-h/Photo0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Ri-_to8oHxI/AAAAAAAAAbo/1iGFoGF0-Os/s200/Photo0039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057471697367080722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been a day full of work for Princess Kitty and Growly Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear has had some meetings. He has been working out a plan to deal with a difficult person and started to follow it. He has written reports and talked to people on the telephone. He has considered the point of guinea pigs. And he has been working as hard as he can to make bad bears better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty has had meetings too. This morning's meeting was to meet people who might be able to help her in her work. This afternoon she had a meeting with people she works with. And they disagreed with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty found that quite difficult. She gets confused when people don't agree and starts to doubt herself. She finds it hard to think on the spot. She likes time to think things through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty knows that this is something she needs to get better at. She knows she needs to learn to trust her judgement more. She knows she needs to remember that difficult feelings don't last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She decides to make a plan to get better at it. She will ask Growly Bear to help her. He is good at making plans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-8622994788703170012?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/8622994788703170012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=8622994788703170012&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/8622994788703170012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/8622994788703170012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/04/making-plans.html' title='Making Plans'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Ri-_to8oHxI/AAAAAAAAAbo/1iGFoGF0-Os/s72-c/Photo0039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-1782378493145252801</id><published>2007-04-24T23:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T00:09:20.735+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ssshhh Don't Tell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Ri6OB4IK4SI/AAAAAAAAAbg/6gyKWhvvmFU/s1600-h/Photo0038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Ri6OB4IK4SI/AAAAAAAAAbg/6gyKWhvvmFU/s200/Photo0038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057135594481312034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear is having a quiet night in. The bear he lives with has gone out for the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear likes having time to himself sometimes. He likes having time to think about things. He likes watching videos on Google Video. He likes making himself something nice to eat. And he likes dreaming about Princess Kitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear has been thinking about some of Princess Kitty's funny ways tonight. Like the way she becomes inspired by an idea and then learns as much as she can about it. Like the way she keeps trying to work out the point of guinea pigs. He likes the way she loves to cuddle him and snuggle up to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he likes the way that Princess Kitty plays tricks on him. But ssshhh - don't tell Princess Kitty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-1782378493145252801?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/1782378493145252801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=1782378493145252801&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/1782378493145252801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/1782378493145252801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/04/ssshhh-dont-tell.html' title='Ssshhh Don&apos;t Tell'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Ri6OB4IK4SI/AAAAAAAAAbg/6gyKWhvvmFU/s72-c/Photo0038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-1581313140685491528</id><published>2007-04-23T23:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T23:21:49.010+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fatty Flatfoot'/><title type='text'>He's It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Ri0xXYIK4PI/AAAAAAAAAbI/gVev_9oIH_Q/s1600-h/Photo0037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Ri0xXYIK4PI/AAAAAAAAAbI/gVev_9oIH_Q/s200/Photo0037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056752234290405618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear and Princess Kitty met up after work today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went for a ride in Growly Bear's little Skoda. Growly Bear treated Princess Kitty to a lovely tea. And then they drove some more in the little Skoda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They talked all evening. They told stories. Princess Kitty told him about her work. Growly Bear told her tales of life in the Fatty Flatfoot empire. They played humming adverts for the other one to guess. They teased each other about the point of guinea pigs. And they played "It"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear thinks he is very good at "It". He has told Princess Kitty that he can never be beaten at "It". But Princess Kitty can be as cunning as a fox. She makes Growly Bear "It" when he is not looking. Then he is "It" for ages until she tells him and he makes her "It" again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was time to go Growly Bear and Princess Kitty kissed. They rubbed noses. They cuddled up. And then just as they were leaving, Princess Kitty made Growly Bear "It". Secretly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-1581313140685491528?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/1581313140685491528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=1581313140685491528&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/1581313140685491528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/1581313140685491528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/04/hes-it.html' title='He&apos;s It'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Ri0xXYIK4PI/AAAAAAAAAbI/gVev_9oIH_Q/s72-c/Photo0037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-5819723988931142091</id><published>2007-04-22T18:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T19:05:06.941+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep It Clean</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RiujeoIK4OI/AAAAAAAAAbA/EDJlk-pi-Xo/s1600-h/Photo0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RiujeoIK4OI/AAAAAAAAAbA/EDJlk-pi-Xo/s200/Photo0034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056314753216602338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear has had a busy day. Doing one of the things Growly Bear does best. Fixing things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has fixed his skateboard. Clever Growy Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear got quite grubby fixing his skateboard. When he had finished he had a shower. He washed behind his furry little ears. He washed his little paws. He scrubbed his little face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he rubbed some cream in. Some cream to keep his fur nice and soft and shiny. Like a guinea pig going to a show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a smart bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty has spent the day with her girl kitten. They went shopping. It is her girl kitten's birthday soon. So they went to buy her some clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty loves to see her girl kitten. She loves to look at how beautiful she is. She loves to see what a clever and talented and kind young cat she has grown into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful kitten and a clean bear. What more could Princess Kitty want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-5819723988931142091?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/5819723988931142091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=5819723988931142091&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/5819723988931142091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/5819723988931142091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/04/keep-it-clean.html' title='Keep It Clean'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RiujeoIK4OI/AAAAAAAAAbA/EDJlk-pi-Xo/s72-c/Photo0034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-3285423696580825368</id><published>2007-04-21T19:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T08:09:16.036+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fatty Flatfoot'/><title type='text'>Something For The Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RisKCoIK4NI/AAAAAAAAAa4/GvV-VU2mE28/s1600-h/Photo0033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RisKCoIK4NI/AAAAAAAAAa4/GvV-VU2mE28/s200/Photo0033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056146046901215442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear likes weekends. He likes them because he does not have to slave in Fatty Flatfoot's empire. He likes them because he gets to do special weekend jobs. Jobs such as mowing the lawn, shopping and cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend Growly Bear is trying to fix his skateboard. His skateboard is not working properly. All the petrol keeps leaking out. Poor Growly Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty likes weekends too. She likes them because she can get up a bit later. She likes them because she can see her family and spend time with them. She does weekend jobs too like tidying The Cardigan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the best part about weekends for Growly Bear and Princess Kitty is that they sometimes get to see each other. This weekend though they are concentrating on their weekend jobs. So they have to talk to each other in other ways. Like text and phone and email and MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear and Princess Kitty like to stay in touch with each other in these ways. Staying in touch with each other is important. Especially when they are missing each other. It is an important part of the point of guinea pigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying in touch is how Princess Kitty and Growly Bear comfort themselves when they are apart and missing each other. Poor little creatures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-3285423696580825368?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/3285423696580825368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=3285423696580825368&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/3285423696580825368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/3285423696580825368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/04/something-for-weekend.html' title='Something For The Weekend'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RisKCoIK4NI/AAAAAAAAAa4/GvV-VU2mE28/s72-c/Photo0033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-4279543118406316606</id><published>2007-04-20T21:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T22:09:25.383+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Cardigan'/><title type='text'>He's A Secret Lemonade Drinker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RikrzIIK4KI/AAAAAAAAAag/Jhi8hCfuG40/s1600-h/Photo0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RikrzIIK4KI/AAAAAAAAAag/Jhi8hCfuG40/s200/Photo0032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055620214055166114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Growly&lt;/span&gt; Bear woke up together today. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Growly&lt;/span&gt; Bear stayed at The Cardigan for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Growly&lt;/span&gt; Bear sleeps well at The Cardigan. But last night he did not sleep so well. He woke up and felt thirsty. He crept out of bed to get a drink. And then he felt hungry. So he had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cadbury's&lt;/span&gt; Cream egg. Then he crept back into bed next to Princess Kitty. As &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;quietly&lt;/span&gt; as the quietest guinea pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Growly&lt;/span&gt; Bear and Princess Kitty got up they got ready for work. Princess Kitty put &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Growly&lt;/span&gt; Bear's ribbon straight. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Growly&lt;/span&gt; Bear kissed Princess Kitty goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Princess Kitty came home she found something strange. Something mysterious. Someone had eaten her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Cadbury's&lt;/span&gt; cream egg and had a drink from her fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wonders who it could have  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;been&lt;/span&gt;. She wonders if it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Growly&lt;/span&gt; Bear. She wonders if he is a secret lemonade drinker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-4279543118406316606?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/4279543118406316606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=4279543118406316606&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/4279543118406316606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/4279543118406316606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/04/hes-secret-lemonade-drinker.html' title='He&apos;s A Secret Lemonade Drinker'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RikrzIIK4KI/AAAAAAAAAag/Jhi8hCfuG40/s72-c/Photo0032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-9053662427909838646</id><published>2007-04-19T21:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T18:12:24.271+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory Lane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rij0boIK4JI/AAAAAAAAAaY/nLB_zYFVMUY/s1600-h/Photo0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rij0boIK4JI/AAAAAAAAAaY/nLB_zYFVMUY/s200/Photo0031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055559337188712594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear is at the Cardigan tonight. He and Princess Kitty are looking at the computer together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have downloaded Google Earth. They think it is very good. Very good indeed. They find Growly Bear's cave. They find The Cardigan. Growly Bear shows Princess Kitty the village where he grew up. He tells her stories about when he was a cub. Lots of stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty loves hearing about Growly Bear's memories. She loves how Growly Bear enjoys talking about them. She likes how it tells her more about the bear she loves. She likes to imagine what he was like as a cub. She thinks understanding the cub in the bear is an important part of the point of guinea pigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear shows Princess Kitty a photograph. A photograph of a steep lane he used to go up and down when he was a cub. Growly Bear told Princess Kitty some of the adventures he had there. How he went down on a sledge in the ice. How he had some fights. How he used to take girl cubs for walks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty hopes one day Growly Bear will take a certain girl kitty there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-9053662427909838646?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/9053662427909838646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=9053662427909838646&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/9053662427909838646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/9053662427909838646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/04/memory-lane.html' title='Memory Lane'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rij0boIK4JI/AAAAAAAAAaY/nLB_zYFVMUY/s72-c/Photo0031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-7104333817447319902</id><published>2007-04-18T20:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T21:06:34.844+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Expressions'/><title type='text'>Rabbit Out Of The Hat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RiZ6QK-BZGI/AAAAAAAAAaI/7Xi6SchIWQk/s1600-h/Photo0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RiZ6QK-BZGI/AAAAAAAAAaI/7Xi6SchIWQk/s200/Photo0030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054862050010948706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Princess Kitty saw her friend Chuckles yesterday she sang to him and played her guitar. He said she had got much better. He said the next thing to work on is her performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty closes her eyes when she is concentrating hard and performing. It helps her feel safer. She know that Chuckles is right though. She knows she needs to look at her audience and let them look at her. And see them looking at her. Princess Kitty feels a bit scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear thinks Princess Kitty is getting better too. He thinks she should not worry too much about getting her performance right. He thinks she will pull a rabbit out of the hat when she needs to. He wonders if that should be a guinea pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty knows there needs to be a rabbit in the hat to start with. She wonders where she is going to get one from.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-7104333817447319902?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/7104333817447319902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=7104333817447319902&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/7104333817447319902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/7104333817447319902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/04/rabbit-out-of-hat.html' title='Rabbit Out Of The Hat'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RiZ6QK-BZGI/AAAAAAAAAaI/7Xi6SchIWQk/s72-c/Photo0030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-8357225826850642118</id><published>2007-04-18T00:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T00:55:49.880+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything's Gonna Be Alright</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RiVeU077QOI/AAAAAAAAAaA/oDUAunTRusQ/s1600-h/Photo0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RiVeU077QOI/AAAAAAAAAaA/oDUAunTRusQ/s200/Photo0029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054549868693635298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear has been thinking about Princess Kitty this evening. He knows that Princess Kitty has gone out running with Chuckles and some of her other friends. He knows that she will have a nice time. And he knows that she will eat properly afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear is glad for Princess Kitty. He likes to think of her being happy. And he likes to know she has eaten properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can't help feeling sad too though. Not because Princess Kitty is happy. That makes him glad. But because it reminds him how far apart they are. It makes him think about how he loves to see Princess Kitty when she if feeling happy. And he loves to make Princess Kitty happy. He understands though that you don't always have to be there to love. Like guinea pigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty has been thinking about Growly Bear too. She has been thinking about how he might be feeling. She wants to be kind to him and make sure he feels loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that bear and that cat are going to be alright. Don't you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-8357225826850642118?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/8357225826850642118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=8357225826850642118&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/8357225826850642118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/8357225826850642118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/04/everythings-gonna-be-alright.html' title='Everything&apos;s Gonna Be Alright'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RiVeU077QOI/AAAAAAAAAaA/oDUAunTRusQ/s72-c/Photo0029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-7814194833298569459</id><published>2007-04-16T19:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T20:00:26.222+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pocket Rocket</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RiPHA077QNI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/QL6Tcy1SN30/s1600-h/Photo0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RiPHA077QNI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/QL6Tcy1SN30/s200/Photo0028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054102023863746770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty has been out riding on her bike again. She has a little purple bike. And a little purple hat to match. She also has a very smart pump. It is called a "Pocket Rocket". She thinks that would be a good name for a guinea pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear asked Princess Kitty what she wears when she goes out riding on her bike. She told him she wore a t-shirt and cycling shorts. Growly Bear asked her how tight the shorts were. Princess Kitty thought it was kind of Growly Bear to worry if her clothes are too tight. She told him they were quite tight but not too tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear said he would like a photograph of Princess Kitty in her quite tight cycling shorts. So Princess Kitty got her daddy to take a photograph. She sent it to Growly Bear on her little Samsung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Princess Kitty knows what Growly Bear will say when he sees it. He will say "GROWL"!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-7814194833298569459?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/7814194833298569459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=7814194833298569459&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/7814194833298569459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/7814194833298569459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/04/pocket-rocket.html' title='Pocket Rocket'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RiPHA077QNI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/QL6Tcy1SN30/s72-c/Photo0028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-4745519219318426735</id><published>2007-04-15T20:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T20:41:43.502+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chuckles'/><title type='text'>Pimms Anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RiJ_7k77QMI/AAAAAAAAAZw/_HiCV13vsDA/s1600-h/Photo0026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RiJ_7k77QMI/AAAAAAAAAZw/_HiCV13vsDA/s200/Photo0026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053742393367150786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear says if there's one thing you can't beat in the summer it is Pimms in the garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been beautiful. Sunny and very hot. Hard to believe it is only April. Growly Bear has had friends to visit at his cave. He made fish and salad for lunch. And Pimms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty has had a nice day too. Her friend Chuckles came to see her. He helped her fix her bike. Then they went for a ride. They went to a pub and had a drink of beer. Then they rode home again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst they were at the pub, Princess Kitty met some people. They were people who live on the street and drink a lot. She talked to them. They told her a bit about their lives. They told her how they keep looking for the point of guinea pigs but probably don't really believe it any more. They showed her some card tricks. They told Princess Kitty how hungry they were. Then they told her how thirsty they were. Princess Kitty gave them some money to buy a drink. They bought a bottle of cider and shared it between them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile Growly Bear shouted "Pimms anyone?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-4745519219318426735?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/4745519219318426735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=4745519219318426735&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/4745519219318426735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/4745519219318426735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/04/pimms-anyone.html' title='Pimms Anyone?'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RiJ_7k77QMI/AAAAAAAAAZw/_HiCV13vsDA/s72-c/Photo0026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-7158088668960550793</id><published>2007-04-14T19:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T20:30:13.471+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Refuelling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RiHDSk77QLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/E4IehVFa4eM/s1600-h/Photo0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RiHDSk77QLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/E4IehVFa4eM/s200/Photo0025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053534980806492338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty and Growly Bear know how to love each other. They know how to make even the smallest things special. They know how to make the best of their time together. Which may be important to the point of guinea pigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear visited The Cardigan today. He arrived on his little skateboard. He and Princess Kitty went off to the shops to choose some lunch. They bought dressed crab, fresh bread and salad. Delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they talked for a little while. And then they made honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They only had 3 hours together. But in that time they were able to show their love. They were able to smile and laugh. They were able to play tricks on each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now they are ready to be apart again. They have love in their hearts to keep them going. Until the next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-7158088668960550793?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/7158088668960550793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=7158088668960550793&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/7158088668960550793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/7158088668960550793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/04/refuelling.html' title='Refuelling'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RiHDSk77QLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/E4IehVFa4eM/s72-c/Photo0025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-5675451334359649390</id><published>2007-04-13T21:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T21:26:41.125+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fatty Flatfoot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tricks'/><title type='text'>The Name's Bear - Growly Bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rh_nUk77QKI/AAAAAAAAAZg/qPtoop9AtwU/s1600-h/Photo0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rh_nUk77QKI/AAAAAAAAAZg/qPtoop9AtwU/s200/Photo0024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053011647631409314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear is plotting a trick. A trick against Fatty Flatfoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is going to plant a picture where she will find it. A picture of Princess Kitty. A picture of Princess Kitty looking happy and playing her guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty thinks Growly Bear needs to be careful. She thinks he must be careful not to get caught by Fatty Flatfoot. Anyone who eats guinea pig pies is not to be trusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear will have to plan his moves. He will have to go undercover. Like a spy. He will have to disguise himself. Perhaps he will wear sun glasses and a false moustache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear knows he will have to be super cool. He knows he will have to look casual while playing his trick. Maybe he will put a little message on the picture. "For your eyes only".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-5675451334359649390?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/5675451334359649390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=5675451334359649390&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/5675451334359649390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/5675451334359649390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/04/names-bear-growly-bear.html' title='The Name&apos;s Bear - Growly Bear'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rh_nUk77QKI/AAAAAAAAAZg/qPtoop9AtwU/s72-c/Photo0024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-6303382026637487504</id><published>2007-04-12T21:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T21:24:42.703+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Cardigan'/><title type='text'>Lucky Bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rh6VcE77QJI/AAAAAAAAAZY/J2bz1-Gah-w/s1600-h/Photo0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rh6VcE77QJI/AAAAAAAAAZY/J2bz1-Gah-w/s200/Photo0023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052640141550239890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear and Princess Kitty gave themselves a surprise today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They met up early after work. They met at one of their special places. It is a place by a lake. There were no guinea pigs there. But there were some swans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the swans took a fancy to Growly Bear. They kept coming over and sitting next to him. They pecked his feet. They wiped their wet bills on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the swans nibbled his ear. Growly Bear said "Growl".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Growly Bear and Princess Kitty decided to go back to The Cardigan. They decided on the spur of the moment. Growly Bear suggested it when Princess Kitty told him she had sore thighs. He started having an awake dream. He thought it would be a good idea to lie down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Princess Kitty and Growly Bear went back to The Cardigan. Growly Bear stopped Princess Kitty's thighs from hurting. And Princess Kitty made Growly Bear smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That lucky bear!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-6303382026637487504?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/6303382026637487504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=6303382026637487504&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/6303382026637487504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/6303382026637487504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/04/lucky-bear.html' title='Lucky Bear'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rh6VcE77QJI/AAAAAAAAAZY/J2bz1-Gah-w/s72-c/Photo0023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-8288430865538470091</id><published>2007-04-11T20:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T20:31:01.323+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Expressions'/><title type='text'>Just The Ticket</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rh03a077QII/AAAAAAAAAZQ/dsVU3OwJpqE/s1600-h/Photo0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rh03a077QII/AAAAAAAAAZQ/dsVU3OwJpqE/s200/Photo0020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052255291005681794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear has been using another funny expression. Just the ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says it when he finds what he is looking for. He says it if Princess Kitty does something he likes. He says it if he suddenly catches a glimpse of the point of guinea pigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty would say "That's wicked" or "Rocking". Growly Bear says "Just the ticket".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty has heard another funny saying with ticket in. "He's not quite the ticket". She has never heard Growly Bear say this though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty wonders where Growly Bear gets his expressions from. She wonders if he knows a secret site on the Internet with all the funny expressions in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knows what Growly Bear would say if he found such a site. He would say "Just the ticket".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-8288430865538470091?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/8288430865538470091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=8288430865538470091&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/8288430865538470091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/8288430865538470091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/04/just-ticket.html' title='Just The Ticket'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rh03a077QII/AAAAAAAAAZQ/dsVU3OwJpqE/s72-c/Photo0020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-270857302667043455</id><published>2007-04-10T22:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T22:31:27.361+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Worry Be Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RhwCJE77QHI/AAAAAAAAAZI/6NgkXkLuFW0/s1600-h/Photo0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RhwCJE77QHI/AAAAAAAAAZI/6NgkXkLuFW0/s200/Photo0019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051915236970020978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear has had a nice day. He has still got a nice feeling inside from seeing Princess Kitty yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear was happy when he talked to Princess Kitty in the morning. He was happy when they sent each other texts. He was happy when he wrote about the point of guinea pigs. And he was happy when he spoke to Princess Kitty again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Growly Bear got back to his cave he found he had something. He had an email. An email from Princess Kitty. It was a very serious email. Princess Kitty told him what she thought about her bad behaviour towards him last week. She told him about what she needed from him. And she told him how much she loved him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear was not surprised by the email. He knew that Princess Kitty must have thought hard about the things that she wrote. He knew she might be worried about how he would feel about it. And he knew why he loves her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-270857302667043455?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/270857302667043455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=270857302667043455&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/270857302667043455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/270857302667043455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/04/dont-worry-be-happy.html' title='Don&apos;t Worry Be Happy'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RhwCJE77QHI/AAAAAAAAAZI/6NgkXkLuFW0/s72-c/Photo0019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-3164807154469451682</id><published>2007-04-09T21:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T22:04:53.937+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Honey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Cardigan'/><title type='text'>The Healing Taste Of Honey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RhqqEhCOhkI/AAAAAAAAAZA/jLgeO9RaKRg/s1600-h/Photo0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RhqqEhCOhkI/AAAAAAAAAZA/jLgeO9RaKRg/s200/Photo0018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051536926613341762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty and Growly Bear have made up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They met up on their skateboards today. They had lunch together which was lovely. There were a few tense moments but even so they loved every moment. They talked about things in the news. They told a few jokes. They discussed the point of guinea pigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they went back to The Cardigan. Growly Bear had come prepared. He had come prepared with the finest ingredients to make the finest honey. It was a special kind of honey. A kind Princess Kitty had never tasted before. A special healing honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty loved it. Every single drop of it. She had never tasted anything so wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thought about how difficult things had been for them both over the last few days. She thought about how the hurt they had given each other had been healed in her. She hopes it was the same for Growly Bear too. She hopes he found some peace in their love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She texted Growly Bear when he got back to his cave. She told him she loved him and hoped he had a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear texted back. Growl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-3164807154469451682?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/3164807154469451682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=3164807154469451682&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/3164807154469451682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/3164807154469451682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/04/healing-taste-of-honei.html' title='The Healing Taste Of Honey'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RhqqEhCOhkI/AAAAAAAAAZA/jLgeO9RaKRg/s72-c/Photo0018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-8047992528432603953</id><published>2007-04-08T21:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T21:20:26.703+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Always Do Your Best</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RhlOgRCOhjI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Y0Pf_A3E7UQ/s1600-h/Photo0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RhlOgRCOhjI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Y0Pf_A3E7UQ/s200/Photo0017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051154773308245554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear is a bit happier today. It is Easter. Some of his family are visiting. His cubs are visiting. He has been busy cooking for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear loves to cook for other people. He loves to make them happy by eating something nice. He always tried to do the best he can when he is cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty has been out on her skateboard today. On her own. Brave Princess Kitty. She went a long way. She went for over 200 miles. Daring little cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty wonders if being daring is a point of guinea pigs. Growly Bear thinks it probably has something to do with always doing your best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty thinks it is important to do your best too. Like when she nearly ran out of petrol today because she had not planned ahead. She had not done her best. Oh dear Princess Kitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty decides she will turn over a new leaf. From tororrow she will always try to do her best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-8047992528432603953?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/8047992528432603953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=8047992528432603953&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/8047992528432603953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/8047992528432603953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/04/always-do-your-best.html' title='Always Do Your Best'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RhlOgRCOhjI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Y0Pf_A3E7UQ/s72-c/Photo0017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-4272734380174110885</id><published>2007-04-07T20:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T20:57:35.494+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can See Clearly Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rhf3oRCOhiI/AAAAAAAAAYw/Lpgs93DvQlo/s1600-h/Photo0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rhf3oRCOhiI/AAAAAAAAAYw/Lpgs93DvQlo/s200/Photo0014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050777778258871842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty is feeling better today. The sun is out. The sky is blue. She can see clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear is not feeling much better. He has a little knot above his left eye. A knot of worry. So he did what Growly Bear does at such times. He kept busy. He mowed the lawns. He had a shower. He went to an art gallery. He went to a pub. He met up with friends. He didn't stop thinking about Princess Kitty though. He didn't stop wondering what this all means when you try to apply it to guinea pigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear is coming to see Princess Kitty the day after tomorrow. He might be coming to The Cardigan. Princess Kitty wonders what it will be like. She wonders if it will be difficult. She wants to cuddle Growly Bear again but right now she can't imagine what that will be like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she can't see as clearly as she thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-4272734380174110885?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/4272734380174110885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=4272734380174110885&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/4272734380174110885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/4272734380174110885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-can-see-clearly-now.html' title='I Can See Clearly Now'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rhf3oRCOhiI/AAAAAAAAAYw/Lpgs93DvQlo/s72-c/Photo0014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-1734180274035758258</id><published>2007-04-06T19:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T19:54:09.112+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Morning After The Night Before</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RhaXSBCOhhI/AAAAAAAAAYo/LgPa9W0zc_o/s1600-h/Photo0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RhaXSBCOhhI/AAAAAAAAAYo/LgPa9W0zc_o/s200/Photo0013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050390367913805330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear has a headache. So has Princess Kitty. Growly Bear has a stiff neck. Princess Kitty feels hot and tearful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has not been a good day for either of them. Growly Bear has done what Growly Bear does when he is upset or worried. He has got on with things. He went shopping. He did some cooking. He was pleased to get things done. But he worried about Princess Kitty. And he worried about his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty couldn't face the world today. She hid away. She slept. She cried. She just wanted to feel better. She felt horrible inside and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Princess Kitty. Poor Growly Bear. What a sorry state of affairs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-1734180274035758258?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/1734180274035758258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=1734180274035758258&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/1734180274035758258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/1734180274035758258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/04/morning-after-night-before.html' title='The Morning After The Night Before'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RhaXSBCOhhI/AAAAAAAAAYo/LgPa9W0zc_o/s72-c/Photo0013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-4969471252327852171</id><published>2007-04-05T22:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T19:19:09.749+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RhaPDhCOhgI/AAAAAAAAAYg/CYirtqI0MK8/s1600-h/Photo0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RhaPDhCOhgI/AAAAAAAAAYg/CYirtqI0MK8/s200/Photo0012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050381322712679938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty and Growly Bear have had a falling out, Ouch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps falling out not quite the right way to describe it. But words were spoken. Words that hurt them both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tensions have been rising for a while. Growly Bear has been struggling. He knows he loves Princess Kitty. He wants to be with her all the time but to do that he has to change his life completely, He has to hurt other people. He has to 'crash his life' as he calls it. And he is frightened. He is frightened he will be left on his own. He is frightenend that Princess Kitty will change her mind one day and not want him any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty has been feeling more and more lonely and frightened. Things are difficult in her world. She can't talk to anyone properly about Growly Bear. They just wouldn't understand. They just warn her that she is going to be hurt. Badly hurt. And sometimes Princess Kitty finds it hard not to wonder if they are right. She finds it hard to hold on to her faith. Her belief in magic. Her belief that she will find out the point of guinea pigs. Her belief that love will conquer all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had a hug at the end of it all. But then they had to go their own ways. Growly Bear back to his cave. Princess Kitty back to The Cardigan. They both felt calm but shocked and sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-4969471252327852171?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/4969471252327852171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=4969471252327852171&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/4969471252327852171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/4969471252327852171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/04/ouch.html' title='Ouch!'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RhaPDhCOhgI/AAAAAAAAAYg/CYirtqI0MK8/s72-c/Photo0012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-4734962779948298533</id><published>2007-04-04T20:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T20:47:13.459+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wakey Wakey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RhP_VxCOhfI/AAAAAAAAAYY/h-Ws_1qFX3E/s1600-h/Photo0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RhP_VxCOhfI/AAAAAAAAAYY/h-Ws_1qFX3E/s200/Photo0011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049660356617471474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear had a restless night. He stayed up quite late then curled up to sleep. After a little while he woke up. He got himself a little drink and then tried to go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he couldn't. He thought about what he was thinking about. He wasn't really thinking about anything. He thought about what he was feeling. He was feeling OK. He wondered if he had been dreaming about the point of guinea pigs. He turned over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Growly Bear went off to sleep at last. The next thing he heard was the sound of angels. He woke up slowly. It was the alarm on his little Nokia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty was woken up by her alarm too. The alarm on Princess Kitty's little Samsung is funky. Very funky indeed. It is so funky it makes her wake up. And get up. And get ready. Ready for her day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Growly Bear comes to stay he sets his little Nokia alarm. And Princess Kitty sets her little Samsung alarm. Growly Bear does not like Princess Kitty's alarm and Princess Kitty does not like Growly Bear's alarm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear says one morning he is going to put Princess Kitty's down the toilet. Bad Growly Bear. Princess Kitty says she doesn't think that will be happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she is right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-4734962779948298533?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/4734962779948298533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=4734962779948298533&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/4734962779948298533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/4734962779948298533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/04/wakey-wakey.html' title='Wakey Wakey'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RhP_VxCOhfI/AAAAAAAAAYY/h-Ws_1qFX3E/s72-c/Photo0011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-7134443912674480728</id><published>2007-04-03T23:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T06:54:17.780+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow Is Another Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RhM9gxCOheI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/0AOeuFCjzEM/s1600-h/Photo0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RhM9gxCOheI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/0AOeuFCjzEM/s200/Photo0010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049447240340243938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty is a bit poorly. Not very poorly. Just a bit. Poor Princess Kitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty has sore ears. Her ears are itchy and tender. Her face is a bit sore too. Perhaps she has a little bug. Poor Princess Kitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear is not feeling poorly. But he is feeling a bit tired. And he is worried about Princess Kitty. He is sad to think of her feeling poorly with no one to cuddle her. He is sad to think of her feeling lonely. He is sad to think she has no one to talk to about guinea pigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear tried to cheer Princess Kitty up by talking to her on MSN. He told her that he loves her. He tried to tell her some jokes. But Princess Kitty carried on feeling poorly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind said Growly Bear. Tomorrow is another day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-7134443912674480728?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/7134443912674480728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=7134443912674480728&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/7134443912674480728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/7134443912674480728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/04/tomorrow-is-another-day.html' title='Tomorrow Is Another Day'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RhM9gxCOheI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/0AOeuFCjzEM/s72-c/Photo0010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-5031604383499713168</id><published>2007-04-02T22:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T22:46:34.157+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Once And For All Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RhF5pOiFnyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/cOxbNdy-l3A/s1600-h/Photo0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RhF5pOiFnyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/cOxbNdy-l3A/s200/Photo0009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048950406441705250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty is in control. She has had a good day at work today. She had a little list of things she needed to do. And she did them all. She ticked them all off. And some extra ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear is not in control. Or at least he doesn't feel as if he is. His life is spinning around and perfectly still all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like that feeling before a thunderstorm. When the electricity is building. When everything in the world is familiar yet not right. When you feel as if something is about to happen yet you cannot make it start. When you feel the pressure of a prison yet the vulnerability of open space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guinea pigs are scared of thunderstorms. They make them squeak. Growly Bear doesn't like thunderstorms either. It makes him growl. Not on the outside but on the inside. So no-one can hear him. Keeping the growl in makes him hurt more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty does not like to think of Growly Bear hurting. She would like to help make him better. She would like to get that growl out of him. Once and for all time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-5031604383499713168?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/5031604383499713168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=5031604383499713168&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/5031604383499713168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/5031604383499713168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/04/once-and-for-all-time.html' title='Once And For All Time'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RhF5pOiFnyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/cOxbNdy-l3A/s72-c/Photo0009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-1915314834146841612</id><published>2007-04-01T18:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T18:22:46.733+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Grubby Paws</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rg_qW-iFnxI/AAAAAAAAAYA/vM4PdNTVVcQ/s1600-h/Photo0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rg_qW-iFnxI/AAAAAAAAAYA/vM4PdNTVVcQ/s200/Photo0008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048511387769610002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear has been out on his skateboard today. He has been out doing tricks and stunts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Growly Bear had to fix his skateboard because it has not been working properly. Growly Bear likes fixing things. He likes to get his paws dirty. He likes to smell of engine oil. He thinks it makes him seem more bear-like. Growl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty does not like fixing things. She does not like it at all. She especially does not like getting her paws dirty. She thinks this is probably because she is made for better things. But she does like to watch Growly Bear fix things. She thinks he is very clever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty wonders if you have to get your paws dirty to understand the point of guinea pigs. She hopes not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear did not show Princess Kitty any of his tricks and stunts today. But he did tell her about some of them. Princess Kitty told him to be careful. Growly Bear showed her his grubby paws, puffed out his chest and said "Growl"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-1915314834146841612?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/1915314834146841612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=1915314834146841612&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/1915314834146841612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/1915314834146841612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/04/grubby-paws.html' title='Grubby Paws'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rg_qW-iFnxI/AAAAAAAAAYA/vM4PdNTVVcQ/s72-c/Photo0008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-6966441621634131176</id><published>2007-03-31T20:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T20:57:22.211+01:00</updated><title type='text'>That Special Feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rg69GuiFnwI/AAAAAAAAAX4/uSwp5X39IBM/s1600-h/Photo0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rg69GuiFnwI/AAAAAAAAAX4/uSwp5X39IBM/s200/Photo0007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048180155596775170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty has been thinking about her new home today. She went to visit the people who live there now. They have a baby. The baby is very sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty thinks it will be nice to live in a house that such a sweet baby has lived in. She thinks it helps the house have its special feeling. The feeling that guinea pigs can bring. A feeling of love and nurturing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone told Princess Kitty that she would know when she saw the right new home. Princess Kitty knows this is going to be a good home. She knows she is going to be happy there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty thinks about what it will be like to live in the house. She thinks about what it will be like to have Growly Bear there. She thinks this will help the special feeling too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-6966441621634131176?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/6966441621634131176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=6966441621634131176&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/6966441621634131176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/6966441621634131176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/03/that-special-feeling.html' title='That Special Feeling'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rg69GuiFnwI/AAAAAAAAAX4/uSwp5X39IBM/s72-c/Photo0007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-6476579932324588585</id><published>2007-03-30T19:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T08:05:23.297+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Expressions'/><title type='text'>Schmoozy Bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rg4ILeiFnvI/AAAAAAAAAXw/xH9ErEVhhNQ/s1600-h/Photo0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rg4ILeiFnvI/AAAAAAAAAXw/xH9ErEVhhNQ/s200/Photo0006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047981225596526322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear thinks he is a pretty cool dresser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly Growly Bear wears black clothes. He wears sexy little black pants with a sparkly heart on the back. He wears a little black vest. He wear black trousers and a black shirt. And he wears little black flip flops. Even in the winter. Sometimes he even wears a black ribbon although his ribbon is usually red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear says it is important to be comfortable. He says it is important to feel schmoozy. When he is staying at The Cardigan he has a special schmoozing outfit. He wears a little black kaftan. Growly Bear says this is a very cool and schmoozy thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty likes it when Growly Bear wears his kaftan. She likes the way it comes over his little round tummy. She likes it that there are slits under the arms where she can poke her paws in to stroke Growly Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear loves being stroked and fussed. He likes being stroked gently. He likes being scratched. He likes being rubbed. Maybe being stroked is the point of guinea pigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear can be schmoozy at any time of day. He can be schmoozy when he first wakes up in the morning. He can be schmoozy all morning if he doesn't have to go to work. He can be schmoozy in the afternoon watching football or playing music. And he can be schmoozy in the evenings, especially when he is with Princess Kitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is one schmoozy little bear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-6476579932324588585?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/6476579932324588585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=6476579932324588585&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/6476579932324588585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/6476579932324588585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post_30.html' title='Schmoozy Bear'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rg4ILeiFnvI/AAAAAAAAAXw/xH9ErEVhhNQ/s72-c/Photo0006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-563872594792498064</id><published>2007-03-29T18:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T18:30:27.826+01:00</updated><title type='text'>To Be Sure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rgv3i-iFnuI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XYAguxPu6SQ/s1600-h/Photo0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rgv3i-iFnuI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XYAguxPu6SQ/s200/Photo0005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047399987672358626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear and Princess Kitty know that sometimes in life things are uncertain. You never know what is around the next corner. It could be something really nice. A nice surprise. It could be something really horrible. A tragedy or something that makes you angry. The point of guinea pigs is certainly not certain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are some things in life you can be sure of. Growly Bear is sure that Princess Kitty loves him. And he is right. Princess Kitty is sure that Growly Bear loves her. And he is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight Growly Bear is coming to stay at The Cardigan. He is staying for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty and Growly Bear can be sure of lots of kisses. They can be sure of lots of cuddles. And they can be sure of some delicious honey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-563872594792498064?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/563872594792498064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=563872594792498064&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/563872594792498064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/563872594792498064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/03/to-be-sure.html' title='To Be Sure'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rgv3i-iFnuI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XYAguxPu6SQ/s72-c/Photo0005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-431167265930245806</id><published>2007-03-28T21:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T21:51:32.446+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Cardigan'/><title type='text'>The Sound Of Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RgrVGOiFntI/AAAAAAAAAXc/fzUXagxjMY8/s1600-h/Photo0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RgrVGOiFntI/AAAAAAAAAXc/fzUXagxjMY8/s200/Photo0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047080635379064530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty and Growly Bear have not had much time to talk to each other today. They have not had time to ponder the point of guinea pigs. They have both been busy at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear is in his cave this evening. He is watching football. He is not having a very happy time. His team is not playing very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty is in The Cardigan. She is not watching the football. She is thinking. She is thinking about days like today when she and Growly Bear don't talk much. She thinks about how they have got used to being without each other even though it makes them sad. She wonders what life would be like if they spent more time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day soon she will find out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-431167265930245806?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/431167265930245806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=431167265930245806&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/431167265930245806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/431167265930245806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/03/princess-kitty-and-growly-bear-have-not.html' title='The Sound Of Silence'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RgrVGOiFntI/AAAAAAAAAXc/fzUXagxjMY8/s72-c/Photo0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-5616596656203190869</id><published>2007-03-27T21:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T21:24:24.151+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A  Little Bit Of What You Fancy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rgl9aYTxlDI/AAAAAAAAAXU/mj3qAsv4sg0/s1600-h/Photo0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rgl9aYTxlDI/AAAAAAAAAXU/mj3qAsv4sg0/s200/Photo0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046702749600814130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear says a little bit of what you fancy does you good. He says understanding this will help explain the point of guinea pigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty thinks it is a shame that things that are good for you are not always the things you fancy a bit of. She thinks it is a shame that the things you fancy a lot of do not necessarily do you good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear says it is important that Princess Kitty eats things that are good for her. The things Princess Kitty likes to eat are not the things that are good for her. Like potato wedges and sweets and cakes. Growly Bear says Princess Kitty needs to make sure that she has some green things on her plate. He says it is OK to have a few things that are not so good for you as long as you eat lots of green things too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty thinks that if only  chocolate was green everyone would be happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-5616596656203190869?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/5616596656203190869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=5616596656203190869&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/5616596656203190869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/5616596656203190869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/03/little-bit-of-what-you-fancy.html' title='A  Little Bit Of What You Fancy'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rgl9aYTxlDI/AAAAAAAAAXU/mj3qAsv4sg0/s72-c/Photo0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-3937974816963468165</id><published>2007-03-26T20:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T20:41:54.442+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurray!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rggh84TxlCI/AAAAAAAAAXM/icTvYDByLOg/s1600-h/Photo0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rggh84TxlCI/AAAAAAAAAXM/icTvYDByLOg/s200/Photo0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046320712259834914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear is a happy bear. His little Skoda passed its MOT today. Hurray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty is happy too. She had a very big important meeting today. She was very pleased with how the meeting went. Hurray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty and Growly Bear chatted when they were driving home. Growly Bear chatted on his little Nokia. Princess Kitty chatted on her little Samsung. They were both cheerful. They talked about their day. They talked about the sun shining. They agreed that the point of guinea pigs is probably a good thing. Hurray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Growly Bear and Princess Kitty are going to see each other again on Thursday. Hurray!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-3937974816963468165?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/3937974816963468165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=3937974816963468165&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/3937974816963468165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/3937974816963468165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/03/hurray.html' title='Hurray!'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rggh84TxlCI/AAAAAAAAAXM/icTvYDByLOg/s72-c/Photo0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-5793562546211408618</id><published>2007-03-25T22:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T22:42:26.245+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texting'/><title type='text'>There Once Was An Ugly Duckling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RgbsnzasLdI/AAAAAAAAAXE/q-UbBD0LZL4/s1600-h/Photo0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RgbsnzasLdI/AAAAAAAAAXE/q-UbBD0LZL4/s200/Photo0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045980601076428242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear has been very busy. He has been cleaning his little Skoda. Inside and out. It's a big day for that little machine tomorrow. MOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty has been busy too. Working. Practising her singing and her guitar playing. And tonight she has been out with Chuckles and his sons and daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear watched television this evening. He texted Princess Kitty to tell her it had made him think about the point of guinea pigs. It has given him ideas about it. He will tell Princess Kitty next time he talks to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty has had a thoughtful evening too. She decided she would wear her new flat shoes out. She was sure it would be OK. But when she put them on she didn't feel right. She didn't feel right at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made her think about when she was a kitten. She wasn't a very cute kitten. In fact she was more like a duckling. An ugly duckling. Since she has been grown up she has tried to cover the ugly duckling up. But every now and then she catches sight of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Princess Kitty put her boots on instead. No-one will mess with her now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-5793562546211408618?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/5793562546211408618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=5793562546211408618&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/5793562546211408618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/5793562546211408618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/03/there-once-was-ugly-duckling.html' title='There Once Was An Ugly Duckling'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RgbsnzasLdI/AAAAAAAAAXE/q-UbBD0LZL4/s72-c/Photo0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-2548783845201043519</id><published>2007-03-24T21:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-24T22:32:55.240Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Football'/><title type='text'>Mixed Fortunes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RgWnDzasLbI/AAAAAAAAAW0/qcy9EEmwVYQ/s1600-h/Photo0132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RgWnDzasLbI/AAAAAAAAAW0/qcy9EEmwVYQ/s200/Photo0132.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045622641322110386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear has had a mixed day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is feeling very happy because at last he has got his Broadband working. He is very excited. Now he can download his favourite music. Now he can research the point of guinea pigs. Now he can watch videos on YouTube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is feeling fed up too. He has been watching football this evening. England was playing against Israel. Growly Bear supports England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear shouted a lot while the football was on. He shouted at the referee. He shouted at the players. He shouted at the television. But none of it helped. England did not score any goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear text Princess Kitty. He told her there had been no shape in the first half and Israel got 11 men behind the ball in the second half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty wondered who they left in goal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-2548783845201043519?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/2548783845201043519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=2548783845201043519&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/2548783845201043519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/2548783845201043519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/03/mixed-fortunes.html' title='Mixed Fortunes'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RgWnDzasLbI/AAAAAAAAAW0/qcy9EEmwVYQ/s72-c/Photo0132.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-2063728416924543278</id><published>2007-03-23T20:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-23T20:30:28.998Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Cardigan'/><title type='text'>Is Flat Good Or Bad?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RgQ40TasLZI/AAAAAAAAAWk/QPujcxrtxJQ/s1600-h/Photo0131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RgQ40TasLZI/AAAAAAAAAWk/QPujcxrtxJQ/s200/Photo0131.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045219953778371986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty had their last day together today before Growly Bear had to go home. They spent the morning making delicious honey and talking about the point of guinea pigs. Then they went to put some new tyres and exhaust on Growly Bear's car. Then Growly Bear took Princess Kitty shopping. Shopping for shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty likes to wear shoes that have a heel. She likes to hear them clip clopping as she walks along, Growly Bear thinks needs to get some flat shoes. He says the shoes she usually wears are wearing her paws out. He says she has cloven hooves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty is not really sure about flat shoes. Some of them are quite pretty. But Princess Kitty is not sure if they will suit her. And she is not sure they will go clip clop. Growly Bear says flat shoes are the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear has gone home how. He rang Princess Kitty on his little Nokia. He told her he is feeling as flat as the flattest pair of shoes. The Cardigan feels flat too now Growly Bear has gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe flat is not always best Growly Bear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-2063728416924543278?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/2063728416924543278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=2063728416924543278&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/2063728416924543278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/2063728416924543278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/03/is-flat-good-or-bad.html' title='Is Flat Good Or Bad?'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RgQ40TasLZI/AAAAAAAAAWk/QPujcxrtxJQ/s72-c/Photo0131.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-1891703813961182184</id><published>2007-03-22T22:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-23T12:56:03.635Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cuddles'/><title type='text'>Love Spoons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RgPORTasLYI/AAAAAAAAAWc/i6n1sNI6GrE/s1600-h/Photo0130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RgPORTasLYI/AAAAAAAAAWc/i6n1sNI6GrE/s200/Photo0130.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045102804250406274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RgPNljasLXI/AAAAAAAAAWU/kdnWJ7XugO8/s1600-h/Photo0129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RgPNljasLXI/AAAAAAAAAWU/kdnWJ7XugO8/s200/Photo0129.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045102052631129458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty and Growly Bear have been cuddling up. They cuddle up in lots of different ways. Sometimes they cuddle standing up. Sometimes they cuddle sitting down. Sometimes they cuddle lying down, snuggling up like a couple of little guinea pigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they do standing up cuddling Princess Kitty likes to nuzzle into Growly Bear's neck. Growly Bear likes to put his arms around Princess Kitty. Sometimes he pinches her bottom. Cheeky little bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they do sitting down cuddling Growly Bear puts his arm around Princess Kitty's shoulder in a manly way. If they are facing each other they like to rub noses and kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they do lying down cuddling they have lots of favourite ways. They like to lie side by side with Princess Kitty lying her head on Growly Bear's shoulder. They like to face each other and rub noses again and kiss again. But best of all is when they settle down to go to sleep and Growly Bear wraps himself around Princess Kitty from behind. Princess Kitty loves to feel Growly Bear's little warm tummy against her. This sort of cuddling reminds her of a love spoon she once bought for Growly Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes life is just wonderful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-1891703813961182184?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/1891703813961182184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=1891703813961182184&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/1891703813961182184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/1891703813961182184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/03/love-spoons.html' title='Love Spoons'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RgPORTasLYI/AAAAAAAAAWc/i6n1sNI6GrE/s72-c/Photo0130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-5852461115776497433</id><published>2007-03-21T21:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-22T11:20:37.385Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Skateboard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Expressions'/><title type='text'>Change Or Die</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RgJlojasLWI/AAAAAAAAAWM/BSbq-_ClfiM/s1600-h/Photo0118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RgJlojasLWI/AAAAAAAAAWM/BSbq-_ClfiM/s200/Photo0118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044706279984737634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear and Princess Kitty have been on an outing. They went off in Growly Bear's little Skoda. They went to see a skateboard museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear and Princess Kitty found the museum very interesting. There were lots of old skateboards and they had been made to look very beautiful. Princess Kitty was especially interested because her grandma used to ride a Triumph skateboard in the 1920s. Princess Kitty knows that it was unusual for a girl cat to ride skateboards in those days. She thinks her Grandma was rock and roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear liked the old skateboards because he thinks they are sociologically important. They made him think about how important it is to change with the world around you if you are to survive. He thinks this is probably important when it comes to guinea pigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty told Growly Bear a story about this. She told him about a frog who jumped into boiling water and jumped right back out again and so was safe. She told him about another frog who was comfy in some cold water and did not notice when it gradually got hotter until eventually he died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear and Princess Kitty had some lunch when they had finished at the skateboard museum. Princess Kitty had aubergine stuffed with ratatouille and goats cheese. Growly Bear had faggots, mash and mushy peas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty told Growly Bear that she had had a lovely day with him. She told him that she loves him and would go anywhere with him. Growly Bear said "Bless your heart".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-5852461115776497433?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/5852461115776497433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=5852461115776497433&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/5852461115776497433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/5852461115776497433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/03/change-or-die.html' title='Change Or Die'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RgJlojasLWI/AAAAAAAAAWM/BSbq-_ClfiM/s72-c/Photo0118.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-6190177050159024598</id><published>2007-03-20T22:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-20T22:36:14.340Z</updated><title type='text'>All Day And All Of The Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RgBhzDasLVI/AAAAAAAAAWE/2SEh9AhgW6k/s1600-h/Photo0117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RgBhzDasLVI/AAAAAAAAAWE/2SEh9AhgW6k/s200/Photo0117.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044139112373431634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear is on a little holiday at The Cardigan. Actually not exactly a holiday because he has been to work today. Princess Kitty has been to work too. But they have managed to fit in doing lots of things they like too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They got up early. They woke up because Princess Kitty's little alarm went off at six o'clock. It is the alarm on her little Samsung. Growly Bear does not like the sound of Princess Kitty's alarm very much. It says it is much to 'chirpy' He says mornings are for schmoozing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work Growly Bear cooked a special tea. He encouraged Princess Kitty to eat lots of cabbage. He said if she ate lots of avocado she would have a beautiful soft nose. He made her a beautiful Spanish Omelette. It was very pretty and very delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they played their guitars. And they sang songs. And they ate chocolates. They did not think much about the point of guinea pigs. They just played and sang and had a lovely time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty wonders how they manage to fit so much into just one day. Days with Growly Bear always seem more than twenty four hours long. She wonders how that can be. It must be some very special magic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-6190177050159024598?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/6190177050159024598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=6190177050159024598&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/6190177050159024598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/6190177050159024598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/03/all-day-and-all-of-night.html' title='All Day And All Of The Night'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RgBhzDasLVI/AAAAAAAAAWE/2SEh9AhgW6k/s72-c/Photo0117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-1317863315357227669</id><published>2007-03-19T18:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-19T19:03:49.099Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awake Dreams'/><title type='text'>Belt Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rf7ehV8afLI/AAAAAAAAAV8/pyTlVXr4ZKY/s1600-h/Photo0116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rf7ehV8afLI/AAAAAAAAAV8/pyTlVXr4ZKY/s200/Photo0116.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043713297109122226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear has been dreaming again. He had been having more awake dreams. Not about the point of guinea pigs. Growly Bear has been dreaming about air hostesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear is staying at The Cardigan this week. As he was driving back to see Princess Kitty after work he got stuck in the traffic. He text Princess Kitty to tell her how fed up he was. Princess Kitty said he should get a helicopter or an aeroplane. Growly Bear said he would like that. He said he would like to have some air hostesses on board to look after him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Growly Bear started having one of his awake dreams. He dreamed about air hostesses. He dreamed about their uniforms. He dreamed about how Princess Kitty would look in one of their uniforms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty giggled when Growly Bear told her. She said she would never dress up as an air hostess. Growly Bear looked sad. So Princess Kitty said she would inflate his life jacket for him later instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-1317863315357227669?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/1317863315357227669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=1317863315357227669&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/1317863315357227669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/1317863315357227669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/03/belt-up.html' title='Belt Up'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rf7ehV8afLI/AAAAAAAAAV8/pyTlVXr4ZKY/s72-c/Photo0116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-1070301674778700509</id><published>2007-03-18T16:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-18T17:07:07.792Z</updated><title type='text'>A Lovely Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rf1xql8afKI/AAAAAAAAAV0/ByjgE9hrWGc/s1600-h/Photo0115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rf1xql8afKI/AAAAAAAAAV0/ByjgE9hrWGc/s200/Photo0115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043312134278773922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty is have a lovely day. Very lovely indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First her Mummy came to visit her at The Cardigan. Princess Kitty cooked her a special lunch for Mother's Day. She gave her Mummy a card and a present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Princess Kitty's two kittens came to visit her. They brought her cards and presents. Princess Kitty was very pleased to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now Growly Bear is on his way. Princess Kitty is very excited. She can't wait to see him. She knows they will talk about the point of guinea pigs. She knows they will sing together and play their guitars. But best of all she knows they will make wonderful honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then they will eat pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty thinks her day could not be lovelier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-1070301674778700509?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/1070301674778700509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=1070301674778700509&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/1070301674778700509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/1070301674778700509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/03/lovely-day.html' title='A Lovely Day'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rf1xql8afKI/AAAAAAAAAV0/ByjgE9hrWGc/s72-c/Photo0115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-6982136679870126494</id><published>2007-03-17T22:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-17T22:20:49.958Z</updated><title type='text'>Seeing Is Believing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rfxpdl8afJI/AAAAAAAAAVs/PILA83Ns9SI/s1600-h/Photo0114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rfxpdl8afJI/AAAAAAAAAVs/PILA83Ns9SI/s200/Photo0114.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043021639870741650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Growly Bear. What a terrible time he has had of it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has been collecting the parts to make his Broadband work all week. He has been getting more and more excited. Today was the day he was going to make it all work. Except it didn't. Poor Growly Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He put his furry little head in his paws. He put his little tail between his legs. He felt very fed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty felt sorry for Growly Bear. Every time he sent her a text something else had gone wrong. Princess Kitty thought you could not write a story like it. No-one would believe it. Like the point of guinea pigs seeing is believing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear is going to visit The Cardigan tomorrow. He hopes it will cheer him up. He hopes Princess Kitty will make him feel better. He does feel very fed up though. He will have to see it to believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty loves Growly Bear. She wants to cheer Growly Bear up. She wants him to feel better. She will have to think of something special to do for him. A special surprise perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-6982136679870126494?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/6982136679870126494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=6982136679870126494&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/6982136679870126494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/6982136679870126494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/03/seeing-is-believing.html' title='Seeing Is Believing'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rfxpdl8afJI/AAAAAAAAAVs/PILA83Ns9SI/s72-c/Photo0114.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-7142260910515151956</id><published>2007-03-16T23:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-16T23:34:56.624Z</updated><title type='text'>Greater Than The Sum Of The Parts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RfspiDZ5-hI/AAAAAAAAAVk/Px0o-iN7vuw/s1600-h/Photo0113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RfspiDZ5-hI/AAAAAAAAAVk/Px0o-iN7vuw/s200/Photo0113.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042669872777656850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty has been having her guitar lesson. She and her teacher have been playing Beatles songs. Her teacher knows lots about The Beatles. He knows lots of the stories behind the songs. Princess Kitty thinks he is very clever. Very clever indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Growly&lt;/span&gt; Bear likes The Beatles too. He knows lots of things about them too. Princess Kitty thinks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Growly&lt;/span&gt; Bear is clever too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty's guitar teacher listened to her practising some songs. She might play them in front of some people. She is going to go somewhere where anyone can get up and sing a solo and play their guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Growly&lt;/span&gt; Bear will be there too. He has not decided yet if he will sing a solo. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Growly&lt;/span&gt; Bear likes to be enigmatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Growly&lt;/span&gt; Bear would like to play a song together. Only they have had not time to practise . They do not have enough time together. Those poor rock and roll renegades. It's like searching for the point of guinea pigs, possible to do on your own but better with two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe those two creatures are just meant to be together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-7142260910515151956?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/7142260910515151956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=7142260910515151956&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/7142260910515151956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/7142260910515151956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/03/greater-than-sum-of-parts.html' title='Greater Than The Sum Of The Parts'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RfspiDZ5-hI/AAAAAAAAAVk/Px0o-iN7vuw/s72-c/Photo0113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-173526874998774259</id><published>2007-03-15T20:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-15T20:40:10.319Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texting'/><title type='text'>Loosening Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RfmtVjZ5-gI/AAAAAAAAAVc/au--RVXcPB8/s1600-h/Photo0112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RfmtVjZ5-gI/AAAAAAAAAVc/au--RVXcPB8/s200/Photo0112.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042251843610737154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty has been away for the night. She met up with some other important people like herself. She remembered to take the charger for her little Samsung with her this time. So she was able to keep Growly Bear informed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She text Growly Bear about what she had found out about the point of guinea pigs. Growly Bear said she was probably right. She text Growly Bear to tell him that she loved him. Growly Bear liked that. She text Growly Bear to tell him that she had figs and prunes for breakfast. Growly Bear said that made him want to go into the woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then best of all Princess Kitty met up with Growly Bear on her way home. Growly Bear tried to get Princess Kitty to talk about all sorts of things. Sometimes Princess Kitty thinks Growly Bear does this to play tricks on her. She gets a bit grumpy with him when she thinks he is up to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Princess Kitty decided to stop being mopey. She decided to play a trick back on Growly Bear. So she made up a story. It was a clever story. Growly Bear would never know it was a trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she was driving home Princess Kitty thought again about her trick. She put her little paw up to her little mouth and giggled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-173526874998774259?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/173526874998774259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=173526874998774259&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/173526874998774259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/173526874998774259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/03/loosening-up.html' title='Loosening Up'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/RfmtVjZ5-gI/AAAAAAAAAVc/au--RVXcPB8/s72-c/Photo0112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35685913.post-6804906841371642901</id><published>2007-03-14T06:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-14T07:26:52.403Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tricks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Cardigan'/><title type='text'>A Borrower Or Lender Be</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rfeb5jZ5-fI/AAAAAAAAAVU/TsQaGhR-9G0/s1600-h/Photo0110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rfeb5jZ5-fI/AAAAAAAAAVU/TsQaGhR-9G0/s200/Photo0110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041669720923306482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Princess Kitty is a thief. She has stolen Growly Bear's ribbon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growly Bear said she could borrow it for a couple of days. That is not being a thief. That is borrowing. Except Princess Kitty plans to forget to give it back to Growly Bear. She is going to forget to take it with her when she goes to meet him. And she is going to hide it when he comes to The Cardigan. Naughty Princess Kitty. Poor Growly Bear. Everybody knows it is bad to tease bears. Teasing bears is not the point of guinea pigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kitty wonders what she could lend Growly Bear to distract him. Maybe he would like to borrow some of her clothes. Princess Kitty thinks it would be interesting to see Growly Bear in her Winnie The Pooh pyjamas. She thinks it might be funny if Growly Bear put on her running clothes. She wonders if they would fit over his little round tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile Growly Bear thinks about how kind he has been to lend Princess Kitty his ribbon. He doesn't mind her borrowing it for a couple of days. She is going to give it back to him when they meet tomorrow. He hopes she remembers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35685913-6804906841371642901?l=whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/feeds/6804906841371642901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35685913&amp;postID=6804906841371642901&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/6804906841371642901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35685913/posts/default/6804906841371642901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofguineapigs.blogspot.com/2007/03/borrower-or-lender-be.html' title='A Borrower Or Lender Be'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820643341934960994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1561/4356/150/z/976576/gse_multipart55991.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hYVbgyiy10Y/Rfeb5jZ5-fI/AAAAAAAAAVU/TsQaGhR-9G0/s72-c/Photo0110.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
