Oscar has a fright!

We’ve been out in the garden most days last week, if Mummy wasn’t late from golf.  On Saturday though, she put us out when it finally looked like it was dry enough, and then a few minutes later Mummy said she was worried about the black cloud that had snuck up on us.

She went and fed the birds, then went behind our runs to pick the rest of the beans, and sure enough it started to rain.

Suddenly she fell into Oscar’s run, right into the middle of it, with a crash of the jars for putting the bird food in their feeder,  and Oscar shot around his cage trying to hide from the giant who had fallen from the sky.  It was only Mummy, but he was scared out of his wits, just running here and there.  Maybe she nearly fell on him, but I don’t think so.  Mummy was stuck, though.  She’d got her foot tangled in our wire fence.  There’s Mummy trying to get the wire off her toes while she’s lying sideway on the ground, one leg in the air (the tangled one), and the other on the ground.  It looked very strange.  And it’s starting to rain now in earnest, and we’re getting wet, but it’s nice and warm and we don’t really mind.  But Mummy’s anxious to get us in straight away and she’s still untangling herself, and Oscar’s still behaving liked a frightened rabbit.

Anyway, Mummy got her foot free and tried to calm Oscar down, but he’s having none of it, so she gets him into his tent and puts him back in his cage and he’s still running laps!  I get back in my cage and tell him to calm down, but he’s dashing around like a mad thing.  And Mummy’s gone out into the pouring rain to collect Midge, who’s sensible and gets in his tent, and Kevin, who says he’s only been out ten minutes and he doesn’t mind getting wet, and Mummy saying “in the tent, Kevin, NOW!”

Anyway, everyone’s in and the rain is pouring down, but we’re all safe and not really wet.  Oscar is still running around his cage though, and Mummy tries to catch him, but he’s terrified of her.  Eventually she gets him and takes him in the other room for a sit down cuddle, and he’s calmer when he gets back, and we all settle down with fresh hay and talk about the day Mummy fell from the sky into Oscar’s run.

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Oscar’s fine now, and we had a nice run in the garden yesterday, and nothing happened worth telling you about!

Oscar’s on the hammock

I don’t know if I told you, but when Mummy gave me my nice new bed for Oscar & Midge’s birthday present, she gave Oscar the Hammock.  It was George’s hammock; he was given it by one of his fans.  I wasn’t sure how to use it, so Mummy gave it to Oscar.

George under the hammock

George under the hammock

At first he ignored it, although he occasionally put his front feet on it to talk to me through the bars.  Then he took to sleeping under it.  Mummy liked that, since apparently that’s what Fred and George did.

Oscar on the hammock

Last week Oscar started sitting on his hammock, and even lying on it.  He did what Dougall often did, though; he dropped his cucumber down the side and couldn’t find it until Mummy showed him where it had gone.  Dylan never dropped it down the side, so I’m told.

So now the hammock is occupied again, and I have my nice bed which Mummy puts a comfortable layer of hay on as she knows I like it that way.

And I’d say all’s well with the world, except Midge and Mummy both have slight tummy upsets.  Midge is on Cisapride.  I don’t know what Mummy’s on.  Maybe it’s been caused by watching the Olympics too late into the night.  It was nearly 4 am on Saturday, or rather Sunday morning. She said it was all the fault of Jess Ennis-Hill.  Mummy says funny things, sometimes.

Mummy’s been writing all last month

Mummy writes books which star Fred and George, and sometimes Hugo, Victor, Humphrey, and now Dylan and Dougall.  And also feature  Auntie Dawn’s Mariusz, Saku, and Willoughby, and Auntie Doris and Uncle Bob’s piggies, and Auntie Vikki’s…..

covers for the princelings series

The Princelings of the East series 1 – 6

And now she’s written a book in which I’m the star.  She says I’m co-starring with Dylan and Dougall, and it’s called The Princelings of the North.

I was a bit disappointed I had to co-star with those two, but she says I’m already in Humphrey’s book and in Willoughby’s book, so I shouldn’t worry.  Apparently I’ve been disinherited by my uncle and exiled to a lonely castle miles from anywhere, and Dylan and Dougall rescue me and help me get my ancestral castle back.  Sounds good to me.  She says it won’t be out till next year, but it’s good to know it’s on its way.

Mummy also finished Willoughby’s book in July.  It’s called Willoughby the Narrator, and I’m in that as well. Fred and George and Colman are in it too, as well as Mariusz, Lupin, Nimrod and a very brief appearance by Atticus.  Victor and Hugo might be in it too. She hopes that will be ready to be published in the winter.

That’s what Mummy does every morning when she’s in.  She sits at the computer next to me and writes books.  Except now she’s editing them.  I think she knows what she’s doing, anyway.

It’s August

Apparently it’s August today.  I don’t know how people tell the difference.  One day is much the same as any other, although sometimes it’s sunny and warm in the morning and wet in the afternoon, which means we can’t go outside.

Although we can tell the seasons.  It’s getting darker earlier, for example, so we know summer is getting older.  The purple tree in the garden which has nice leaves is starting to drop them, but Kevin says it always does that early, but it’s the first to get them, too.  And Mummy has started to bring us in whole pieces of plant.  Yesterday we had twigs with apple leaves on them.  Kevin says they are ‘prunings’.  Mummy cuts them off to make the tree a better shape for growing apples.  Sounds good to me.  We also get long bits of bean plant, and even beans! Those were very nice.  I’m not keen on bean leaves although Kevin likes them.  Have mine, Kevin.

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We see Mummy cut long bits off all sorts of plants but we don’t get all of them.  They aren’t good for us to eat.  I don’t know how Mummy knows.  It’s just one of those mysteries in life. This is a very old picture of George and Fred with a pea plant. Mummy says they look less than two year old there.  So it’s definitely ancient, because they would be nine years old by now.

August can be a hot month.  I hope it’s hot enough to go out but not so hot it makes the grass all brown. Fingers crossed.

Apparently I was supposed to mention Hugo last week.  It was his anniversary on Tuesday.  I didn’t know that, and I think Mummy was too busy to explain.  But his picture is up in the gallery now.  He looks very smart.  Mummy says he was a bit like me, but more swaggering.  Should I swagger more?

Have a nice August.

A very strange week

It was a very strange week, because it was very hot, and yet Mummy was out playing golf every other day, and usually she likes to sit in the shade when it’s hot.  I’ve noticed this, and Kevin says it’s generally the case.  Anyway, on Tuesday we went out on the grass and I went in with Midge and Kevin, as we have been for a while now.

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We went out again on Wednesday when Mummy came back from golf.  She tends to come back just before it clouds over, which is good, she says. It means we can go out because the clouds make it not so hot.  I thought it was very nice.

Then on Thursday she said it was time I had a bath!  Last time I had a bath was when I was in the rescue place, so I hoped it wasn’t a bad thing.  She put me in the big white thing upstairs, and ran water over me, and then soaped me.  And she laughed and said I look like a tadpole.  I’m taking it as a compliment.  Then she ran water over me again, and took me out and put me in a small white thing and mopped off most of the wet.  Then we went downstairs and I had a lovely cuddle and watched television with her.  Then it was still hot so I went out in the garden with the others.

Well!!!

They acted like they’d never seen me before!  Midge was rumble-strutting and poking his nose at me, and then he started telling Kevin he was boss.  Then Kevin asked me who I was, and I told him I’m Percy and I’ve had a bath.  He said I must have been very dirty because I’ve had the lice shampoo and I smell very peculiar.  Well, I thought I smelled nice, and I didn’t think I had lice, although I had been a bit itchy.  Scurf and dry skin, you know.

Anyway, everyone was grumbling at each other and Mummy couldn’t work out what the problem was, and eventually she took Midge in, then put me in with Oscar, who was just as bad so she put me back with Kevin.  Then she brought us all in.

Friday was just as bad, so Mummy moved the runs around so we each had a small space to ourselves.  Then Saturday and Sunday she moved the runs and we had a large space each.  I’m a bit sad about it, because I like running around with Kevin and Midge, and even Oscar when he’s in a good mood.  Mummy says when the smell of the shampoo wears off they’ll be fine again, although she say Midge might get a bath next week, and I can get my own back on him.

Sigh.  It gives Mummy more work setting out all those runs, though.  Poor Mummy.

Big Breakfasts

Since I arrived in November, I got used to the things Mummy takes out from the white box for our breakfasts.  There’s usually celery, a few varieties of lettuce, or some cauliflower or broccoli, and there was dark green kale which was rather nice.  And carrots, and peppers and sometimes some other root vegetables. Sometimes Mummy would go outside and find us some fresh kale, which was really yummy.  And sometimes a few other leaves.

The last month we’ve been getting less and less from the white box, and more from the outside.  I have to say, I really like the leaves that come from outside, because they aren’t as cold and they’re much fresher.  Once we started going out in the garden I realised why.  They grow there!  They’re all around our runs, some of them under netting, some up poles and some against the fence.

The past three or four weeks we’ve been getting everything from outside.  And since Mummy said Midge and I needed to diet, we’ve not even been getting carrots, although there have been some carrot-like things on the end of some of the yummiest leaves we had.  I’m not sure what we’ve been eating, so I asked Kevin to explain.  Here he is with two breakfasts from last week.

On the left, the top leaves are runner bean leaves, which I love, but Percy and Oscar say they’ve had enough of.  There’s some lavender lying across, and some of one of the types of mint Mummy has.  There’s a pea shoot, and some oak-leaf lettuce from the garden, and an apple leaf, and I think we had a rudbeckia leaf as well.  That’s a big yellow flower with a brown cone in the centre (not a flat one that’s even bigger, that’s a sunflower).  We also had raspberry leaves that day but I must have eaten them.  The next day (on the right), Mummy rather overdid the pea shoots.  I think she pulled up a whole plant for us.  I ate quite a lot of it, but she eventually took the rest away.  We also have one of the other types of mint, swiss chard with its red stem, strawberry leaves, salsify leaves, lavender again (she knows I can’t get enough lavender if it comes in small portions) and I think she gave us a slice of carrot that day, which wasn’t from the garden.  The next day the carrot tops were from the garden with very tiny carrots, and we had curly endive, too.  Oh, Mummy also gave us a wildflower called nipplewort which grows wherever she wants to grow grass, but it’s very tasty and tastes a little like dandelion.  She gives us that too, when she has some nice leaves handy.  And a special treat is cucumber leaf, but at present she says there are cucumbers growing, so we mustn’t steal too many leaves or the plant will starve.

We also get fennel, parsley, oregano (two  types), and more wildflowers from the garden outside, like red clover and wild basil, and sow thistle (yum), and wild carrot, and vetch.

Is that okay, Percy?

Yes, thank you, Kevin.  With all that variety, I bet you’re not surprised I needed help describing it to you.

Midge won a prize

He won it for Piggy of the Month on Rodents With Attitude.  Mummy says that’s a lovely guinea pig forum where everyone’s very friendly and help each other out with guinea pig problems, and have a lot of fun too.

Sounds great, can I join?

Anyway, the topic of the month was ’50 shades of piggy’ and mummy got Midge to wear her sunglasses and go as ’48 shades of Midge in shades in the shade’.  And people liked it and he won – but only just.

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Well, he does look good, doesn’t he?  I love the look he’s giving Mummy – ‘do I have to?’

And now we know where Kevin got all those rosettes he has on his cage.  They are his winnings for POTM!  He’s been going in for it for years, though, and the first one (which was for the Jubilee Seven) he  won in 2012!  Wow!  That’s a whole front foot of years ago!

Mummy said everyone would like to see his nice rosette, so she took a photo of him with it – and his new tunnel.

Oscar and Midge are two years old

Oscar and Midge had a birthday on Saturday.  It was very exciting, because a new lady came, I hadn’t met her before.  Everyone else had, and she knew everyone who’s ever been here.  Auntie Vikki.  She tickled my nose and my head but I felt that was enough on first meeting and moved away before she tried the full body cuddle.  Maybe next time.

Then she and Mummy went and sat outside with Oscar and Midge.  They got lots of cuddles, and they don’t often go out at the same time, so they must have been on best behaviour.  Vikki gave them a card and some presents.  We had some of the present for breakfast next day.  It was okay.  A breakfast cookie.  Mummy says there’s two more, each, with different flavours.  That’s good, I wasn’t excited by the flavour of the one we had yesterday.

We also had birthday cake in the garden in the afternoon.  That was great!!!  I loved birthday cake.  Mummy took photos of us, then took the candles off the cake and we just enjoyed it while we had a run on the grass.  I enjoyed the cake very, very much.  Kevin got a bit stroppy with me at one point.  I don’t know what he was fussed about, just because I’d taken over his tent and ate more of the cake than anyone else.

We all got presents for Oscar and Midge’s birthday – new cagewear.  Oscar inherited George’s hammock, which I never worked out how to use; I got a new bed, which I’ve tried out and it’s very comfortable; Kevin got a new snugglesack which he says is ace, and Midge got a new tunnel which he likes so much he doesn’t want to leave.   He also got a rosette for the Piggy of the Month photo, but I’ll talk about that next week.

It was a very busy weekend, and I need a rest, but I have to wish our American friends a Happy Independence Day.  I hope you enjoy it.

Thunder and lightning, and heavy, heavy rain

Percy here, again.  I’m going to ask Kevin some questions, though, because I didn’t really understand what went on last week.

Oh, nobody really understood what happened last week, Percy.  I just know that Mummy kept going out and staying out. Read more of this post

Busy last week

We had a nice day out on the grass on Thursday, and then the visitors started arriving.

Of course, I was very polite to them all.  I sat quietly and let them tickle my head, or my chin, and even stroke my back.  I’m always very polite to strangers.  They all seemed nice, and knew Mummy, so I thought I was okay. Read more of this post

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