I'm Miss Chloe..

..philosopher, poet, daydreamer, adventurer.
But mostly I'm a carefree flibbertigibbet!
I and my lovely companions Penny, Charlie,
and my sweetheart Fred
have taken to the roads, seas, and skies
in search of adventure.
Come along with us on our psychedelic journeys!
Warm Hugs,
Miss Chloe

Follow Your Dream..

This has been quite a summer. A wonderful magical summer. And the magic continues...

For the past few weeks I've been taking flying lessons. And I just received my private pilot's license. Can you imagine!

I flew home and surprised everyone. Then my darling Fred suggested we take a trip around the world. This time, in my very own airplane!
Yes, Fred bought me this lovely airplane while I was still in flight school. Fred still has most of his lottery winnings, as we wound up on a banana boat last time, then the Galactic Wizard took us on a cosmic adventure.
I said yes and we're off to explore the world!

Once again we must bid our friends goodbye. Penny and Charlie were sad to see us go, but also thrilled for us. They said they were very happy to be home with the cuddle. I promised to send postcards.

So Fred and I are off on yet another adventure.
We wish you well and to always have peace, love, and happiness in your heart.
Be true to yourself.
We love you all!
Miss Chloe

Postcard from the Clear Blue Skies

My Dearest F, P, C, and C
Oh, what a summer! And the fun just keeps on coming. More on that in a moment.

I've had a glorious stay at Great Aunt Edna's. I was in a surfing competition last week and came in first in my group. Then there was the end of summer beach party, which was totally jazzed. We even did the limbo, one of my favs. The party lasted till dawn. It was grand!

I had such a wonderful time and was a bit saddened when I packed to leave. I will truly miss the ocean with its soft breezes, the dreamy sound of the waves rushing to shore and the delightful ozone aroma the ocean shares with us.

And I miss even more my Fred and my dear friends Penny and Charlie, and all the cuddle. So it's with a bittersweet note that I have to say ..I may be gone a wee bit longer.

One of the surfers is also a pilot. And he's offered to give me flying lessons! Now I know we've been pretty much all over the universe, but I never had control of, well, the controls. I'm so excited!
I took my first lesson just yesterday and I can already see that I'm going to love flying. Tom, my instructor, says I'm a natural. I took the controls and we stayed straight and level. In a few short weeks I'll be going solo. Oh, I can't wait!
Tom's plane lives at a small airport just east of here. I'm staying close by so I can fly every day. Tom's mother is putting me up at her place. Isn't that lovely! Oh I'm so excited. Flying lessons! When I return home I'll have my private pilot's license, so I can take you all up for a ride!

Well I'm off to beddy-bye. We're going to hit the skies at dawn.
Hope you all are well and having as much fun as I am!
Miss Chloe

Postcard from the Water’s Edge

Dear Fred, Penny, Charlie, and all the Cuddle
I’m having a lovely time, here at Great Aunt Edna’s, though I do miss you all terribly.
After a lovely little respite I’m feeling ever so much better. I took long walks along the beach and watched the surfers surf. I became so intrigued I decided I must try surfing. After only a few tries I was up and surfing. I wasn’t a hoodad for long.
The surf was up last week. Huge swells came through. It was pumping. And I shot the curl! I was tubed, I rode the barrel. It was far out, it was epic. I was stoked. It was gnarly.
That's me in the top photo, though I'm hard to make out.
The locals are calling me the itty bitty, very colorful Kahuna. They say I’m a natural. This is way better than sky diving!
I may be staying a wee bit longer. There’s a big beach party at the end of summer that I’ve been invited to. It would be rude of me to decline.
Well, I must get my beauty rest. They say surf conditions will be supreme tomorrow morning. No ankle slop.
Maybe I’ll get to ride the perfect wave.
Miss Chloe

The Proxy Posse Post

Hello all. Fred here. Miss Chloe has asked me (and Charlie) to step in for her. So we’re the official proxy posse. Okay, okay. Charlie wants everyone to know he thought that one up. Okay, look I’ve already told them. Miss Penny is busy packing for our next adventure. More on that later.

Yes, Miss Chloe swooned. I grabbed that large flower to fan her, but it really didn’t do the job. She finally came around however, after I sprinkled her with some water. She didn’t much like that.

Miss Chloe is a bit under the weather. She's all tuckered out from saving Mr Wizard and all of Zyzabor. So we’ve sent her off to visit her Great Aunt Edna who has a lovely little cottage right on the ocean's shore. Miss Chloe loves the ocean and visiting with Great Aunt Edna. We think both will do wonders for her.

When she returns we hope to further investigate the time machine sitting in our backyard. Charlie and I found an instruction booklet which we’ve been studying. No? Charlie thinks Miss Chloe needs to get settled back in before we embark on a new adventure. I say, and I think Miss Chloe would agree, it’s best to get right back on the horse!
Okay, okay. Charlie is nudging me to add that we’re not sure how long Miss Chloe will be convalescing at the sea shore, but we all hope it won’t be for too long.

I miss my sweetie terribly, but I know how much she needs this rest. And I mustn’t let on, or she might come home before she’s ready. Yes, yes, okay. Charlie wants me to also add that Miss Penny is well and actually eager to try out the time machine. All this travel has put quite a bit of spunk in Miss Penny, and Charlie likes that. Yes. Look, I just added that. Maybe you should write the next one. I hate backseat writers!

Well, there it is. Charlie, Penny and I are off to play a rousing game of shuffleboard.
So, later gator.
Proxy hugs from
Miss Chloe

Home Again

Was it all a dream?
How we managed to get ourselves out of that predicament and home, none of us knew. One minute we’re on Zyzabor, next minute we’re home, tucked safely in our comfy warm beds. Something to do with red slippers? We just couldn’t remember. But we were home!
We all slept for 10 days! The cuddle was thrilled we were home, but they could see how very tired we were, so they let us sleep and sleep.

Now that we’re refreshed, it’s story time! And it’s been such fun telling them of all our many adventures. I think we’ll have stories to tell for quite some time.

Fred noticed an envelope tucked in his waistcoat pocket. It was addressed to the four of us, from Mr Wizard. We eagerly listened as Fred read us the letter:

To my four wonderful Galactic companions,
You have been a joy to have on board my starship. I had hoped to show you more of the Galaxy, but things didn’t work out quite as planned, as we ran into a few unexpected obstacles.
In the face of danger you showed your true colors. You were all so brave and eager to help, when help was so very much needed. I, and Breahilda, will forever be grateful.
To show my gratitude I have sent along a small gift. It sits just outside your domain.
Use it wisely.
Your friend,
The Galactic Wizard

A gift, Oh goody goody!
We ran down the stairs and looked out back. There stood an odd object. What was it? Fred read the note attached.
It was a time machine!
I think I fainted.
Miss Chloe

The Word

I was clueless.
So I decided to sit full lotus and meditate.
It didn’t take long before all became clear, I knew the word!
Penny, Charlie, Fred and I clasped hands, closed our eyes and I spoke the word.
A swirly thing happened and then we heard music. We opened our eyes to find the word had revealed a portal, which we eagerly stepped through.

We were back on Zyzabor. But not a black and white Zyzabor, this Zyzabor was beautiful, and in living color. In front of us stood Mr Wizard, staff in hand, his flowing robe vibrant with color. Next to him was the lovely Breahilda, glowing in the warm sunlight. The Eerts were there, too. They no longer had angry eyes, their eyes were happy. Magnificently colored flowers were everywhere, and they were singing. It seemed everything was either singing or humming, in the key of C.

The word was the key and the key was music, which lifted the spell that hung over Zyzabor and freeing Mr Wizard.
Mr Wizard, softly smiling, thanked us. As did Breahilda, who told us our pureness of heart was really the key. Our task was done, we could go home whenever we were ready.

I looked down and saw the red slippers had once again made their way to my foot pads. We wanted to stay and enjoy this new found beauty, but we were also eager to go home. So, one last time, we held hands and closed our eyes, while I tapped three times saying “There’s no place like home.”

It seems we fell into a deep sleep, and slept for a very long time. When we awoke, we were home.
Miss Chloe

Pure of Heart

If you are pure of heart
the answer you seek
will impart.
If you can’t you really can
the truth lies
across that span.
Of wisdoms you remember not
truths once known
but now forgot.
The key lies in a single word
the key you will see
when the word is heard.
Miss Chloe


We didn’t know what to make of it. Was it a riddle, was it a rhyme? It must mean something.
Penny wondered why we were looking at her so oddly. Well, at least Penny was back, but from where we didn’t know. She couldn’t recall a thing, she thought she’d just fallen asleep, as she so often does.

A beautiful brightly colored sphere of light floated down toward us. It was Breahilda. She had felt our anguish and heard our cry for help. Though she could do little, perhaps a little would do enough.

Breahilda explained that Penny’s rhyme spoke of opposites and in opposites was the key. That the key wasn’t an object of real, but an essence of thought, which lies within. Turning to me she added, “Look deep in your heart, Chloe, for there you will find the key.”

She could say no more, except that when the task was complete we try the red slippers one more time. She now knew why they hadn’t worked: We were still needed here. Breahilda wished us well and drifted away in her sphere of light.

The thought of going home set our minds wandering. Home, to dance with my lady and laze with the cuddle, to burn brownies and play rousing games of Pinochle.

It was time to go home.
Miss Chloe


What knowledge are they talking about? Within us where? And how will we ever find it?
As we sat pondering our latest dilemma we noticed that Penny seemed far far away.
Staring straight ahead, with eyes glazed over, she murmured:
"If red was green and green was yellow
if you were he and he were thee
if down was up and up was under
if the key is the answer, the answer is the key."
Oh my Oh dear.

Miss Chloe

The Key

We slowly acclimated to the swaying, if not our surroundings. Just what we were in, or how we got in whatever we were in, will remain a mystery to us. But we had our things about us, so we were happy and content.

Cywart invited us to dine with him, so we put on our finest and joined him for dinner. The dining room was exquisitely decorated with crystal chandeliers, tapestry wall hangings, plush carpeting and velvety red drapes. No odd brown rubbery walls to look at here. Perhaps we could get some tapestry for our walls.
Dinner was more like a feast and we all ate far too much. It was delightful. We then adjourned to a lovely sitting room, where Cywart told us of our quest.
Our Quest?

He went on and on, but here’s the scoop:
Mr Wizard, aka the Galactic Wizard, was cunningly captured and is being held by the Eerts, who tried to capture us as well. But that didn’t work, as Breahilda came to our rescue. She couldn’t free Mr Wizard, as he was deep underground and heavily guarded from above.

Breahilda’s evil twin sister Mourghilda was behind Zyzabor’s fling into the outer limits and for their black and white predicament. The Eerts wanted to again be in good favor with the other planets. But to do so they needed Mr Wizard’s help. (They could have just asked.)
They also needed the key. And it wasn’t in Mr Wizard’s power to get it. It was in ours.

Unbeknownst to us we had been given the knowledge to find the key and it was now all up to us. To use that knowledge, to find the key.
Oh my.
Miss Chloe


Our trip was pleasantly uneventful. Mr Wizard knew we enjoyed eating and reading, and sleeping, so he saw to it that the fridge was well stocked, along with an ample supply of books and pillows. How absolutely delightful.
This lovely trip was all too short. Before we knew it we were circling Syzar, Cywart’s home planet.

Little could be seen out the small windows, but what we did see appeared a bit overexposed. There were two suns and the surface looked bare, bleak, and barren. Not at all pretty.
We landed near a bunch of bumps in the ground. The bumps had funny ridges and long things sticking out. How odd. I wasn’t much liking Syzar.

We were readying ourselves to disembark, presumably by way of the door, when Cywart led us to a small room. We were asked to stand together in a circle, under what looked like a giant old-fashioned hair dryer. Cywart then pulled a lever and we disappeared. He could have warned us.
For the longest split second of our lives, we were nowhere. We had no form, no substance. It was like red slipper traveling, but far more unsettling, as we were awake for this trip. Thankfully it was short and fast.

We reappeared in another such room. Our legs were all wobbly as we stepped out of the circle. We tried to get our footing but the room was swaying, like the SS Bearington did. I had to stop and savor the memory of the South Seas.
We were escorted to our quarters, where we found all our belongings. Charlie’s camera, my fur, everything was there! Oh how lovely!

But the room itself was quite unusual. The walls were a grayish color, and rubbery, with no windows. This room too was gently swaying. Were we in motion? Fred and Charlie decided to go investigate. Penny and I stayed behind, being content just to have our things about.
They returned rather quickly, their faces a bit pale. When they told us where we were our faces grew even paler.

We were in one of those bumps we’d seen. And we were swaying because the bump was moving. All the bumps were moving. We were in a living breathing moving bump. A caravan of bumps.
Oh my.
Miss Chloe


His name was Cywart. Mr Wizard sent him in search of his wayward starship mates. Mates? We didn’t realize he’d considered us his mates. We were flattered.

Cywart had run into Breahilda who explained we were journeying by way of red slippers. He could follow our path, and hopefully find us, if he rubbed two hyperstye stones together. Hyperstye? We were trying to keep up but sadly lagging behind. Okay then, two rocks led Cywart to us. But where were we and why weren’t we home?
Cywart explained we’d found our way to Jazmiera, which is quite a lovely planet, most of the time. But as to why we weren’t home, he couldn’t say. Breahilda could better answer that one. However, Breahilda was on her way to rescue a group of Quassairians on holiday. They were planet hopping and their misguided sense of direction sent them in the wrong direction. My head was starting to spin.

Cywart told us that Mr Wizard needed our help and to shuttle us back just as soon as he found us. Our help? What could Mr Wizard need our help with? We were totally intrigued and eager to be on our way.
Rendezvous would be in two days. I guess we were doing a bit of planet hopping ourselves.
Miss Chloe

Oh My

We woke happy and eager to be moving on. But we still hadn’t a clue where we were, or really where to move on to. We decided the best thing to do was indeed nothing. So we played in the brook, ate lots of apples, and enjoyed the day. Which seemed to last a very long time. Too long. Would nighttime ever come? The sun just kept on shining. It didn’t go down or up or round and round. It didn’t seem to be moving at all. And there were two moons, or what looked like moons, on either side of the sun. How odd.

We were concerned with this constant daylight, but much more concerned with the echoing roars coming from just across the butterfly meadow.
We could see the tall trees seriously swaying. Then we saw a green head, a very large green head on a very long neck bobbing from the treetops, its mouth overflowing with leaves. Make that two. Oh my.

It was definitely time to be moving on. But how to leave wherever it was we were? And before those eating machines came to eat us!
Then I remembered. I looked down and saw I was still wearing the red slippers. Should I dare click them again? Look where they landed us the first time around. We quickly agreed to give it another go. We had nothing to lose. Actually we had a lot to lose, by staying. It was our only choice, our only chance. We formed a circle, held hands, closed our eyes, and I tapped three times saying “There’s no place like home.”

We fell into the same deep sleep. Time passed, or maybe stood still. When we woke and opened our eyes, eyes were staring back at us. But whose, is that a who? And where were we now?
On my.
Miss Chloe

In a Meadow Chasing Butterflies

Breahilda meant well, but her aim was a little off.

We had fallen fast asleep. How much time had passed or how far we traveled, we couldn’t say. We had hoped to be going home, but that was not to be.
We awoke in a meadow filled with flowers and butterflies. It was a gloriously warm sunny day. We were happy to be off and away from Zyzabor and the Eerts. This, however, didn’t look like home.

We all felt amazingly refreshed, even if we didn’t know where we were. And for the moment it didn’t seem to matter. We romped in the tall grass and were intoxicated by the scent of all the lovely flowers. We were together and we were happy.
At the edge of the meadow we found an apple tree and nibbled on its sun ripened fruit. Nearby was a delightful babbling brook, the perfect place to freshen up.

We didn’t quite know where to go or what to do, so we did nothing. We decided to worry about tomorrow, tomorrow. So we set up a makeshift camp, and took a nap. All this happiness was tiring. Life was good!

Miss Chloe

My Looking Glass

Through my looking glass
I can see
another me.

One who can
laugh and play
and sleep her days away.

Carefree is me
in that parallel land
I can be she
just reach for my hand.

Pull me across
help me pass
back on through
my looking glass.

The other
Miss Chloe

The Eerts

We woke refreshed and ready to take on a new day. Breahilda had watched over us the whole night through. We were in Breahilda’s color bubble. No matter where we walked the bubble came with us. How delightful. After nibbling some delicious berries we were ready and eager to be on our way.

Breahilda warned us of the dangers we might encounter, that we'd entered the land of the Eerts, who were unwelcoming, grumpy and just plain mean spirited. She told us to stay close, walk quickly and be wary of our surroundings. Well, that sounded ominous.

We headed out along a path that looked vaguely familiar, but yet not. Everything outside our color bubble looked so bleak and uninviting. We were ever so grateful not to be out there. Our worries slowly faded and we hummed a pretty tune as we walked.

But the forest had thickened and grew ever so eerie, and our worries quickly returned. Some trees were so close they entered our bubble. These were the Eerts.
Breahilda hurried us along, but the Eerts were everywhere. And they looked angry. Our path was blocked, we had no where to go and the Eerts were closing in fast. We were so frightened we couldn’t move, talk, think, or even breathe. We turned to Breahilda, silently begging for help. She knew there was but one way out.

Breahilda told us to close our eyes and for me to tap my slippers together three times and say “there’s no place like home”. What slippers? I looked down and saw I was wearing red slippers. Was this déjà vu? No time to ponder that now. We closed our eyes and I tapped as I said those magical words.

We’re home!
Or are we?

Miss Chloe


We wandered for several hours, everything looking the same. The darkening sky gave this black and white world a strange glow. The trees looked haunting and menacing.
We stood close together, frightened, not knowing what to do.
Then we heard what sounded like a faint voice. We looked around but saw nothing. All of a sudden a fairy appeared. She too glowed, but her glow was enchanting and lovely. She said her name was Breahilda and had come because she heard our sorrow and fear, though we had said very little. Her presence immediately calmed our worries.
Breahilda was beautiful and in color! And everything around her was in color, including us. We were delighted. She told us we had wandered far from our starship, into unsafe lands. Too far to return that night, we’d have to stay in the forest until morning, when she’d show us the way back.
We had been shivering from the cold. Breahilda waved her wand and we were comfy warm again. She waved her wand once more and a soft straw bed appeared, ready and waiting for our tired selves. We cuddled up close and fell fast asleep, knowing Breahilda would be there all the night long.

Breahilda wondered how we’d gotten so far, so safely. She knew our journey back might not be so uneventful. But she didn’t let on that night. She let us peacefully sleep, without worry of what tomorrow might bring.

Miss Chloe

The World in Black and White

As we approached Zyzabor we could see Mr Wizard’s story was no fairy tale. The atmosphere was an eerie black and white. As we prepared to land something even eerier was happening. We and our surroundings were transforming, we were becoming black and white.
Oh horror of horrors, I was black and white!

Mr Wizard saw our dismay and gave us each a pair of glasses. When we put them on all color was restored. What a relief! However, take them off and all was black and white again. We decided to keep them on as much as possible.

Mr Wizard sternly reminded us not to stray, then zoomed away in his hovercraft, to make deliveries. And we planned on doing just that. We played a few games of pinochle, I did a little starship redecorating, and Penny read us poetry. We were minding our P’s and Q’s (whatever that means). We were being good.

We were taking a short nap when we were awakened by a thump, then another thump. It sounded like it was coming from inside the starship. We heard another even louder thump, then the lights flickered and went out. We were sitting in complete darkness. And the thumping was getting closer.
Fred found a laser light and switched it on. The thumping was so loud and so close, but we could see nothing. We panicked.

Being frightened out of our fabric and not at all thinking clearly, we ran out of the starship and as far away as we could. To our relief the thumping hadn’t followed us. But we’d left our special colorizing glasses behind and everything looked alike in black and white. We realized we were hopelessly, dismally, indubitably lost.
To be continued...

Monochromatic Hugs,
Miss Chloe

Zyzabor ..The Pushy Planet

Mr Wizard sat us all down and told us about Zyzabor, the dark planet, which is where we're headed next.

Many years ago the Zyzaborians found a way to move their planet. They were out in the far reaches of their solar system and wanted to reap the benefits of being closer to the sun. So little by little they crept closer in, pushing and shoving, disturbing life on the neighboring planets.

The other planets grew very angry, banded together and took action. They banished Zyzabor to the far far reaches of the solar system, even farther out than they’d been before. And to add insult to injury, denied them the pleasure of color. Zyzabor would forever be in black and white. The Zyzaborians are now a disgruntled lot, who don’t take kindly to strangers.

Mr Wizard somehow knows of our wanderings on Serentular and begs we not do the same on Zyzabor. We sadly agreed. He will take his little hovercraft, delivery his what-nots and be back as soon as he can.

Oh, but I so want to see a black and white planet.
Maybe just a quick peek.

Miss Chloe

Farewell Lovely Serentularians!

The Serentularians were so very warm and friendly. We had a delightful time with them. They even asked us to stay. We were quite flattered, even considered their proposal, but decided to move on.
This planet is so colorful I’m afraid I’d blend right in and no one would see me. Oh what an awful thought!

They gave us this mushroom thingy as a going away present. They’d noticed we were admiring it, well I was admiring it. They even carried it back to the ship for us. How sweet!

We said our farewells and climbed aboard the starship. Mr Wizard returned from his deliveries just moments after. Since he told us not to stray away and we hadn’t run into him on our wanderings, we decided not to tell him exactly what we’d been up to.
He did, however, notice the large mushroom thingy, as he busily walked by. He hasn’t inquired about it, yet. Since we don’t know what we’d tell him, I quick sat on it, so he wouldn't see it. Maybe he’ll forget it’s even here.

We’re settling back in and preparing to warp away. The next delivery is to a dark planet. We’re not sure what that means, or even what Mr Wizard's delivering. It’s at the far reaches of this galaxy, so maybe it’s just not sunny bright and colorful, like Serentular. But it should be lovely!

Miss Chloe

A Friend

I made a friend today
who isn’t at all like me.

We don’t look the same
speak the same
think the same.

we look past
we understand
we accept
the other’s differences
and see a friend.

I made a friend today
who is just like me.

Miss Chloe

Greebop, Plymistular!

Greebop, plymistular!
That’s hello how are you, in Serentularian. We’re learning their language. Apparently everyone on Serentular speaks one language.

We left the comforts of the starship and went exploring. It’s a lovely place. And the Serentularians are lovely creatures. They welcomed us with open arms. Yes, they do have arms. Mr Wizard worried over nothing.

This is a very colorful planet. From the sky to the plants to their homes, everything is awash in color. And they love to garden. Most of the flowers I see are blue. Who says it’s hard to get blue in the garden!

And oh oh oh, you’ll never guess what their favorite pastime is. Shuffleboard! It is indeed a small small world.
Must run, they’ve invited us to play. Oh, what fun!
Fractacs (Hugs)
Miss Chloe

Visiting Serentular

Mr Wizard has asked us if we’d like to come along with him as he makes a few galactic deliveries and perhaps visit with a few of his friends. Since we’re so thoroughly enjoying our galactic ride we all agreed wholeheartedly. How very exciting!

We are in a galaxy far far away. And it took only a day to get here. It’s the Astrorippleripple Galaxy. It has several planets, each with several moons. Mr Wizard’s first delivery (of what I don’t know) is to a small community on the northern steppes of the planet Serentular. We were given strict instructions to stay aboard the starship, as our appearance might frighten the townspeople. Our appearance? Well!

We’ve decided to go sneak a peek, anyway. Charlie popped out earlier to take a picture of the brilliant sky, being the windows of the starship are so terribly dirty. And nothing happened to him. So we’re off. I even see a welcoming committee.
I wonder if they do windows.
Tootles and Hugs,
Miss Chloe

Star Date: Tuesday

We climbed aboard this amazingly spacious spaceship, settled in to our very comfy seats and awaited departure. Moments later we were in the air and effortlessly gliding upward. It was smooth sailing.

I was about to ask for a cup of tea when the ship suddenly went into warp speed. We were plastered to our seats and holding on for dear life. Our cheeks were behind our ears.

We finally slowed down and all was calm again. Out our window we could see stars of every color against the blackest black sky we ever saw. Breathtakingly beautiful.

Where we are going we haven’t a clue, but we don’t much care.

Maybe I could get some tea now, maybe even a banana.

Heavenly Hugs,
Miss Chloe

To the Stars and Beyond

Penny is feeling much better. Thank you all for your happy thoughts and clapping your hands. It really worked!

We all received some happy news, which came just moments ago.

The Galactic Wizard has invited us on a starship ride, and we have eagerly accepted!

To boldly go where no bear has gone before.

Charlie, Penny, Fred, and I are heading into the unknown, for the most exciting adventure of our lives.

We're all packed and ready to go. I wasn't sure what to pack, or wear on a starship. So I packed it all and am wearing my finest attire, my fur stole and my diamond earrings. Penny is wearing her best shawl with flowers in her hair, Charlie his best bow tie and cufflinks, and Fred is wearing his top hat and spats.

I’m so excited. We’re all so excited!
We're off!
Fare thee well...

Super Galactic Hugs,
Miss Chloe

Good Bye Koko-Waputa-Kiki!

We spent three more days on Koko-Waputa-Kiki before the engine was finally fixed and we could be on our way. Fred and Charlie debated whether or not to visit that cave again, but finally decided against it. I found this wonderful iron pot. It was half buried and left to rust. Well, I just had to rescue it. So Fred and Charlie volunteered to lug it to the lifeboat for me. Aren’t they sweet!
On our last day on the island a crew member winked at a maiden. Word got back to the chief, who went into a rage. A large band of Waputians then chased us all down to the beach, into our lifeboat and out to the banana boat, which I like to think of as our makeshift cruise ship. They chanted furiously from the shore. What they said, we haven’t a clue, and perhaps that’s for the best. They looked quite angry.

We immediately took up anchor and set sail in the direction the captain thought would get us back on course.
After several days he realized we weren’t exactly where he’d hoped, but maybe close to. He didn’t elaborate and we really didn’t want to ask.
So we are wandering about somewhere in the South Pacific. It’s been lovely, very relaxing, and the weather has been most delightful. We spend most of our time on deck and in deck chairs. Though the other day we did play a rousing game of shuffleboard, for a bit of exercise. We’re getting a bit chubby from all this lollygagging.
We’ve passed many small islands that look ever so intriguing, but haven’t as yet put down anchor. We’re hoping to soon. They all look so lovely, and we four would love to be on solid ground for a bit.

Penny is suffering from a bit of a malady. We’re not sure what it is, but she’s been feeling very much under the weather. We’re all concerned, although Penny tells us not to worry. I think what she needs is some cheering up. So I have a plan.
Remember in Peter Pan, when Tinkerbell was ill and everyone clapped their hands to make her well again?
If all of you sent happy thoughts and clapped your hands, I'm sure Penny would be feeling better in no time. Fred agrees, as does Charlie, who is beside himself with worry. Poor Charlie, he feels so helpless. Penny is his world.
So won’t you help us help Penny? I’m sure it’d make her well again.

The captain just told us we’ll be going ashore on one of these islands real soon, as we need to replenish our supplies. We're nearly out of fresh water and bananas. Hopefully we’ll find some of both.
And maybe some adventure!
But first Penny needs to get well.
Miss Chloe

Of Rain and Monsters

We’re still here on Koko-Waputa-Kiki and having a lovely stay, though it rains quite a lot. It just starts pouring down, and without provocation. And that’s just what happened during my lovely bubble bath.
I was enjoying my little soak, though I would have much preferred flowers to herbs and veggies, when it started raining in torrents. Fred was on a nearby cliff, closely examining an Artocarpus mariannensis, when he heard me shriek. Yes, dainty me shrieked, the rain was spoiling my bath! Without hesitation Fred grabbed hold of a vine, swung down and swooped me from my rapidly cooling bath. How gallant of him!
The locals didn’t seem too happy with Fred, or with me. Perhaps we offended their generosity. Though I dislike offending anyone, I dislike cold baths even more. If not for our language barrier I certainly would have apologized.

Fred and Charlie went spelunking this morning. They discovered a cave and just had to go exploring. Very daring of them, I must say.
Deep down in the cave they found a lake. A lake! And it was somehow naturally lit. They said it was beautiful.
Charlie was about to take a picture of the lovely lake, when something emerged from it. He said it was blue with bulging eyes, a long neck and a bulbous body with scaly protrusions all over. Fred and Charlie gasped and ran. It made an odd noise, Charlie looked back to find it just inches away, staring at him, upside down! It had jumped onto the roof of the cave and suctioned itself there. His camera still in hand, Charlie quick took a picture, then ran to catch up with Fred, who was already at the cave entrance, wondering why Charlie wasn’t.
Even though they thought it quite the intriguing adventure, they won’t be going back. Penny and I are ever so glad.

The engine is nearly fixed and the captain is optimistic we’ll be sailing soon. He’s been studying the stars and his charts, in hopes of finding his way back to civilization. Not that the Waputians aren’t civilized, well perhaps they’re not totally civilized, but very cordial and attentive to their visitors, though I’m gathering they haven’t had many. Where was I, oh, the stars and charts. The captain thinks he may have pinpointed our location and hopes to get us back on course. We’re keeping our paws crossed.
Lovely as it is, we eagerly await our departure from Koko-Waputa-Kiki.
Miss Chloe

A Mother’s Day Gift

The engine is slowly being repaired. The crew had to make some parts from other parts. They’re very clever fellows. They say we should be able to sail in just a few days. I have my paws crossed.

Meanwhile, Fred, Charlie, Penny, and I have been exploring the island. This is a tiny island and perfectly round, which we find most peculiar. We can walk around the island in less than an hour. But it would take us much longer to walk across it, as there is a very tall mountain right in the middle.

Small as it may be, it’s a lovely island, with much to see. The flora and fauna are breathtakingly beautiful. And I think I already mentioned the odd figural objects that are scattered about. One minute we’re admiring a purple plant, next we’re staring at a big tiki thingy. We’ve walked so much we nearly wore the fabric off our feet. Some mending may be in order.

The locals, who call themselves Waputians, have been quite attentive to us. One was measuring Fred, another was poking Charlie’s arm, and another was actually smelling Penny. I’m sure it’s their friendly way of making guests feel welcome, as they have big grinny smiles on their faces. They like us.

So much so, that they’re treating me to a lovely hot bath, in a lovely bathtub (which Charlie took a picture of me in, earlier). Hopefully there will be lots and lots of bubbles. How wonderful! I think they think I’m a mother. And being it’s Mother’s Day, they’re giving me a gift. How lovely!
Telling them I'm not a mother would be rude of me. It might hurt their feelings, as they worked so hard on my gift.

Gotta run. I mustn't be late for my bath. I don't like it when the water gets cold.
Oh, I can see it bubbling from here. Oh good, bubbles!
But what are all those veggies for? And are those roots and herbs?

To all moms, all across the land, sea, and sky…
Happy Mother’s Day!
May you be as pampered today as I’m about to be!

Miss Chloe

Adventure vs The Bubble Bath

We’ve been exploring Koko-Waputa-Kiki, between rain storms that is. It rains a lot on this little island. It’s also a very odd little island. There are statues and figural thingies everywhere. Not too sure what they signify, not sure if I really want to know. Charlie’s been taking some interesting pictures.

The engine is in parts and scattered here, there, and everywhere. The captain and crew are standing around a lot, scratching their heads. I do wish they’d hurry along.

The locals are very skeptical of us and do a lot of huddling and talking in low tones, while looking our way. We can’t speak their language, so they needn’t whisper. Besides, it’s rude.

If the sun ever comes out we’re going to go on a nice picnic, maybe up that mountain there. Fred and Charlie have done quite well with their fishing while Penny and I found lots of berries to pick, even some lovely mushrooms. It’ll all make a lovely picnic lunch.

I wonder where we’ll wind up next. This is all so very exciting! We miss the cuddle, however, and my lady. I do hope they are getting on okay without us.
I also miss my nice hot bubble baths. And my favorite pink pillow. I think I’m homesick.

Tomorrow the sun will shine and we’ll be off on another adventure. I can’t wait!
Miss Chloe


With the cargo hold full of green bananas and Orange Crush we sailed with the tide, saying our final farewell to Bwanha-Hana.
The seas were calm and the sun warm, as we settled in for a lovely sail. We lazied about on the small but tidy deck of the SS Bearington. Penny busied herself knitting a shawl, in bright south-sea colors, Fred and Charlie played rousing games of Canasta, and I read my favorite poetry book, Poems that Touch the Heart. Even Spencer happily relaxed, swaying in his web hammock. All was well.
Then suddenly, out of nowhere, a storm arose and we found ourselves headed straight for it. The captain said we had no choice but to hit it head-on. And so we stayed our course.
It was an awful storm. The captain told us to go below and hang-on. Penny was terribly frightened, I wasn’t far behind. Fred and Charlie tried their best to ease our fears, but to no avail. And poor Spencer was overwhelmed with worry. He webbed himself up as tight as he could, shivering with fright.
The seas were awful rough as the wind and rain beat down on us. The ship was taking on water fast and the engine was sputtering. Being that we were slowly sinking, the crew was ordered to throw our cargo overboard. So all the bananas and all the Orange Crush was tossed over the side. Then the engine failed completely.
We found ourselves adrift at sea. The storm eventually subsided, and with the cargo gone, we managed to stay afloat. We drifted for days. We thought all was lost when the captain spied a tiny island. As our fortunes would have it, the winds took us straight to this little island. We put down anchor and headed ashore in the lifeboat.
It’s a strange looking island. Rugged high cliffs peek out from the thick misty fog that engulfs the island. One cliff face almost looks alive. It resembles a monkey, hanging on. Rather curious looking.
The island seemed uninhabited at first. But we shortly were greeted by a small group of natives. They were very unsure of us, as we were of them, but they finally decided not to cook us for dinner.
The name of the island is Koko-Waputa-Kiki. And here we stay until the crew can fix the engine and plug up all the leaks in the SS Bearington. Which, they tell us, may take a while.
So we’re off to explore the island. And try to stay out of trouble!
Miss Chloe
Oh, Charlie hiked into the jungle earlier and took a picture of that mysterious rock outcropping.

Still on Bwanha-Hana

Just a quick note. We sail with the tide. I hope.
Yes, we’re still on Bwanha-Hana. For several days the captain of the Bearington and most of his crew were no where to be found. As it happens, they were off on a drinking binge. They apparently consumed large quantities of Orange Crush, then had to sleep it off.
Meanwhile, we paraded up the mountain with the happy locals. It was a very unusual parade, I must say. Lots of strange singing. It was a long parade and a long walk, my feet were hurting. But we finally arrived at the top, where we could look right in to the volcano.
Then the chief asked the most curious question. He wanted to know if we’d like to donate ourselves to the greater good, by jumping in. Penny and I thought it was a lovely compliment. After some thought the fellas suggested that perhaps we should graciously decline, though agreed it was a flattering offer. Penny and I didn't argue the point. We told the chief how appreciative we were, then scurried back down the mountain, well ahead of the parade. I’d completely forgotten about my sore feet!
We were so glad to be back on flat land, I must admit, we too indulged in a few too many Orange Crushes.
Bwanha-Hana is a most peculiar island, and I can’t say that we’ll miss it. We have no idea where we’re headed next, but we’re hoping our next port of call will be a little tamer and a lot more relaxing.
Till then.
Miss Chloe
Oh, yesterday we were introduced to Spencer the spider. A very nice gent. Very interesting and amazingly worldly. We all took to him right off. After a bit of persuading, he’s agreed to come along with us, on our voyage. Isn’t that lovely. We've made a new friend!

Greetings from Bwanha-Hana!

Well, Fred made all the travel arrangements and we never thought to question his judgment. Perhaps we should have. I was expecting the SS Bearington to be a cruise ship, it turned out to be a banana boat.
Penny and I were shocked when we arrived at the dock. There was a tired old boat where a cruise ship should have been. We debated over going, or going home. Did we want to venture forth on a banana boat or go home to the cuddle. We finally decided to go forth, mainly because Fred and Charlie were begging us to. They said the SS Bearington had almost all the amenities of a cruise ship.
Not! The SS Bearington is no cruise ship, or anything that remotely resembles a cruise ship. My mink wrap was totally out of place. And so was I.
However, being the good sport that I am, decided to forego my fur for a sarong and flip-flops. (But I’ll never not wear my diamond earrings!) Penny also packed away her lovely shawl and surrendered herself to wearing more appropriate attire.
Our first port of call is a tiny little island, somewhere in the middle of the south pacific. It’s called Bwanha-Hana. Its inhabitants are very strange indeed. They drink a lot of Orange Crush and give offerings to a volcano. I’m not sure about this place. It’s a bit spooky. I’ll be glad to get back on the Bearington. Never thought I’d be saying that.
Our next stop is, well I’m really not sure. The crew were a bit vague when we asked.
The weather, however, has been lovely. I’m wearing my large safari hat to protect myself from the sun. I wouldn’t want to fade.
Sorry, but I haven’t found any postcards, or for that matter, any souvenir shops. I don’t see any other tourists, either.
The locals are gathering for some sort of parade up the mountain to the volcano. How curious. They’ve invited us to go along. They’re all dressed up and insist we do the same. We’ve accepted, of course. It’d be rude not to. I think I’ll wear my fur.
So we’re off on another adventure.
I’ll try to write from our next port of call, wherever that may be.
Miss Chloe

It's So Exciting!

Oh, you just won’t believe…
Fred won the lottery!
I didn't even know he played the lottery.
So Charlie, Penny, Fred, and I are off on a world cruise. We're sailing on the SS Bearington.
Our bags are all packed and we leave this evening. Maybe we'll even get to go on safari!

I'm wearing my diamond earrings and my lovely fur stole. Penny will wear her favorite lovely shawl, with flowers in her hair (she's our little hippy). Fred will wear his top hat and spats and Charlie is going to wear his best bow tie and cufflinks. And, of course, Charlie will be bringing his camera. After all, we'll be world travelers, so we need to look the part.

My lady is sad to hear we're going away, but also very happy for us. The cuddle has promised to keep her company while we're gone.
We will miss the cuddle so very much, and my lady, but we'll be back.

Oh I am so excited! I should be napping with the cuddle right now, but I simply can't sleep. I am just too excited!
I'll try to write as often as I can, that is if I can find a computer to borrow. Maybe on the ship.
I made this lovely collage last night, of me! It's big big big! To keep you from missing me too much, while we're away. I hope you like it. I also did my blog ocean blue, just for you!

I don't even know what our first port of call will be. I don't know which way we're sailing. But it doesn't matter. It'll all be so lovely.
What an adventure we'll have!

I must run. Penny needs help choosing which flowers to wear in her hair, Charlie can't find the spare batteries for his camera, and Fred is looking for a cane to take. I think he thinks he's Fred Astaire. What would they do without me!
Bon Voyage, my friends!
Group Hug,
Miss Chloe