We’ve moved!

It was all confusion on Saturday.  We got out of our runs for a cuddle as usual, and then we had a run on the floor. And Saturday is when Mummy weighs us and does our nails if we need them, and checks our teeth and so on, and after that she makes our runs all fresh with clean fleece and everything.  And then we go back for breakfast.

On Saturday she took AGES.  And she kept getting in our way, because she cleaned out the cages like normal, but then she took the tops off the cages and folded them up in the hallway, and then she took our cage bases up and took them out through the hall, and then she moved our table!  Well!  We were running around like mad, in fact we decided to hide from her in the boxes at the other end of the kitchen, because you never know what Mummy’s going to do next when she does things differently.  At least we didn’t have to get in our carry boxes and go to the vet or anything.

Anyway, we went back to our usual places when she got on with something in our cuddling room, and then Midge came down for his cuddle as usual, and Mummy picked up Oscar as usual and walked out of the kitchen with him!  Oh, no, where has she taken him? I thought, and I wheeked like mad to tell her she was doing everything wrong.  But after Kevin had his check up and cuddle and extras (he gets extras ‘cos he’s an old man), she picked me up and took me back to the cuddle room, and my cage was there, all ready for me!


It’s pretty good, really, because Mummy comes and sits with us in the afternoons when it starts to get dark, before she goes back to work upstairs.  She told us we have to be out of the way before the builders arrive, and when they do there’ll be all sorts of funny noises that they make in the kitchen.  I think it’s all related to the day it started raining in the kitchen.  And apparently we’re going to have different colour walls when we go back sometime next week.


Nothing’s happened to Kevin and Midge, they’re still upstairs in Mummy’s work room.  They do lead boring lives, not like me and Oscar.

So this is Percy, signing off for now from The Living Room (I’ve been watching something called The News).

Mummy put stuff behind my ears

Percy here again!  Kevin had things to say the last two weeks, but I’m back now.


I’ve been complaining to Mummy about the service recently.  She doesn’t give me the things I like most for breakfast.  Like carrots.  She said I was too heavy.  Then we had hay which didn’t taste good.  She took it away after a couple of days, but still.  Then she asked me why I wasn’t eating my food.  Well, I was too busy wheeking at you to tell you off, wasn’t I?  Anyway, on Saturday you made me show you my teeth to make sure I didn’t have something wrong.  No, I haven’t got anything wrong, I just want more carrots.  That’s why I’ve lost weight.  I know you thought I was too heavy, but now I’ve lost some weight, so I need my carrots.

Then she gave us all wet stuff behind my ears.  She said it was to stop us itching.  Well, I was a little itchy, but that wasn’t putting me off my food.  Oscar says she was scratching her wrist after cuddling us, so that’s why she knows someone has something on them they shouldn’t have.  Perhaps it came from that smelly hay, Mummy.

Anyway, she gave me some carrot yesterday and today.  And I’m not itching.  Maybe I was a little, but I’m not now.

Mummy does funny things sometimes.  Kevin says we all say that. Well, we’re right.


Oscar and Midge have been here two years!

Kevin here again.  It’s a weekend of anniversaries for us here, since it’s two years since Humphrey went over the Rainbow Bridge, and three days later Mummy brought Oscar and Midge home from Auntie Vikki’s house.  Or did Auntie Vikki come over and visit us all?  I can’t remember, maybe the latter.  I always enjoy it when Auntie Vikki comes to visit.

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Anyway, Mummy put Oscar and Midge in the cage next door to Dylan and Dougall, the one Humphrey and Victor had lived in.  And Dylan got the hump.  Big time.  He hated that Humphrey and Victor had gone, and he blamed it all on Oscar and Midge.  And Oscar took one look at Dylan and decided he had to out-boss him.  Bad move, Oscar… you were never going to win that battle.  Mummy made sure you didn’t fight him of course, although Dylan gave you a sharp nip every now and then to put you in your place, and then you started bullying Midge, and Mummy had to separate you.

You still don’t get on, even though you’ve forgiven Mummy whatever it was that you used to bite her for.  Midge is a sweet boy, but you, Oscar are like Jekyll and Hyde – one minute loving and cuddly (mainly with Mummy) and the next minute biting the bars and rumbling at me or Midge in the garden.  It’s a good thing Percy gets on with you.  But then, he gets on with everyone.  Even me, even though I don’t show it.

Anyway, happy Gotcha Day, Oscar and Midge.  You lucky boys!

Colman and Mummy

Hi, Kevin here.  Perce and I had a discussion and we decided I’d write about Colman, because it’s a whole year since he left us.  And since Mummy’s done some funny things this week, we need to tell you about her, too.  But she hasn’t left us, let’s be straight about that.

Colman and I came to live with Mummy in 2012, and we’ve had a great time with her.  Colman was already nearly four when he arrived, and he celebrated his seventh birthday about a month before he went over the Rainbow Bridge.  This is one of our favourite pictures of him, although to be honest, we all look good with birthday cake!

Colman's 7th birthday 2015

Colman’s 7th birthday 2015

We had a great time together.  He was an amiable chap, with lots of funny stories, and he was the sort of guy you could rely on if you were in trouble.  He was also very  loyal, although he didn’t trust people until they’d proved themselves.  Once they had, he was true to them right to the end.  I wrote the whole story about how we came here last year, but I just thought you’d like to remember him, and what a good chap he was.  I bet he’s having fun over the Rainbow Bridge now.  Although I must admit, I wonder what happened to their peace and quiet once Dylan arrived :O

Now, what has Mummy been up to, I hear you ask.

She told us a couple of times last week that she’d be going out on Thursday and coming back later looking a bit funny, and she might not be able to give us a run or clean us out on Friday.  Well, it’s always good to have warning if something strange is going to happen, because we are creatures of habit.  Wake-up, cuddles (meds for me), clean-out, run around, breakfast, nap, hay, nap, lunch, head-scratch, nap, grass-time if we’re lucky, nap, supper, snuggle if we’re lucky, nap, cucumber, bedtime.  You get the picture.

Well, she went out as she said, and came back a while later looking a bit like a bee, with one huge eye.  She showed me closer and it was a plastic cover over her eye.  She said it was to stop her from scratching or rubbing it.  She’s been having trouble with it.  I know because I’ve seen her do funny things because she hasn’t been judging distances well.  Anyway, she had an operation on it and now it’s a lot better.  She says it’s getting better every day.  The good thing was, she could pick us up and give us our usual cuddle and run around on Friday, no problems at all.  So she must be fine really.

We’re very glad Mummy is fine.  We love you, Mummy.

It’s been raining

It was very, very hot earlier this week, and we didn’t go out till our runs were in the shade and it had cooled down a bit.  It was still hot, but nice.  Then Friday it rained.  Mummy was pleased it rained because everything needed water.  The grass was getting crispy, which is okay, but I’d rather it was juicier.  Mummy says the rain will make it juicier.


The first rainy day also had lots of noises called thunder with it.  I don’t mind thunder; I know it’s just up in the clouds.  Kevin said he and Midge looked up and checked with Mummy to make sure it was just thunder and then went back to dreaming.  Saturday it rained still, but Mummy went out for the day, although she came back for a cup of tea and went out again soon after; she said the buses didn’t run late enough or something.  I don’t know what that means.  It wasn’t actually raining on Sunday when she came back from wherever she’d been, but she said the grass was till too wet for us.

This morning she went out really early, just as the radio came on.  She just gave us cucumber and breakfast – no run or clean or cuddles.  Kevin got his meds, though.  She said she’s going to London with some books.  She’ll be back this evening.

Well, that’s okay, Mummy, but when are we going to get our run?  Tomorrow?

Autumn Leaves

I’m getting a little confused by the things Mummy gives me to eat, so I asked Kevin to come and explain them to me.


Here’s my breakfast yesterday.  I’ve had a little nibble, then gone off to eat my pellets.  The thing at the front with the blue-green leaves I think we had in the winter.  What’s it called, Kevin?

That’s kale, Percy.  Mummy grows it all year round, but mainly for the winter.  She was complaining about slugs eating the  small plants she’d put out, but I guess she has enough growing now to give us a leaf now and then.  It’s yummy isn’t it?

Yes.  Kale.  I like that. There are three leaves at the side, dandelion, which I love, then the smaller very tasty one, and the nice, slightly prickly one that’s upside down (with the silvery side showing).

The small one is the nasturtium, Perce.  It’s very flavourful isn’t it.  When the leaves get large I think they’re a bit hot, personally, but I like them this size.  The upside down one is raspberry.  I don[‘t think we’ll be getting them much longer.

Is that because winter’s coming?

That’s right.  I think that’s why we got that little bunch of carrot shoots that are underneath your raspberry leaf.  Mummy was very frustrated earlier in the year because she kept sowing carrots and they kept not growing.  Now she says that she sowed some more when she cleared the middle bed and put the kale plants and radicchio out, and now they’re absolutely surrounded by baby carrots.  She told me we’ll get little bunches like this until she’s got them tamed and in rows with room to grow.

That sounds good.  They’re very tasty.  The thing with the red stem we’ve been having for ages.  I liked it at first, but sometimes I leave it till later.

Oooh, chard!  I love chard.  I know Midge leaves his stems, as Mummy gives them to me in the morning when she cleans the cages.  She always gives him a chance, just in case he was saving it for a midnight feast.

Oh, does Midge do that too?  So do I.  Mummy gives my leftovers to Oscar.

Well, some things we like and others don’t, and other things others like and we don’t.  I gather you don’t like tomato.

Eugh, no.

Oh, I love tomato.  And blueberries – stop making that face, they’re yummy.

You can have mine.  And strawberries, too

I usually do🙂  What do you think of the corn husks and tassels?

Those new papery things?

That’s right.  We only get those for a few weeks at this time of year.  They come from a shop in the village, and they get them from the farmer up the road.  They’re much better than shop bought – these ones even have green leaves on the end.

Well, they’re all right, I suppose.  Maybe it’s an acquired taste.

I suggest you acquire it as soon as possible, Perce.  Once they’re gone, it’s a whole year till we get any more, unless Mummy tries growing them again.

Does she grow this funny shaped lettuce?

The oak leaved one, yes.  Here’s another picture of it on Midge’s breakfast pile.  I think we finished up the plant today, as the stalk was in it.


Oh yes, that’s a better view.  What will she plant instead?

Winter lettuce I expect, or more radicchio.  There isn’t much time left for things to grow to the stage where they’ll get through the winter.  But I think Mummy has some blankets to put over the tents she’s got on the vegetable beds to keep them growing a little longer before winter comes.

That sounds very complicated.

You’ll get the hang of it.  You haven’t mentioned the rudbeckia leaf.

Oh, I like those.  I’m glad she only gives us one each time, but they’re very yummy.  And the marjoram, too.

Did we have anything else today?  I’ve forgotten.

I don’t think so, only pellets and hay.  No carrots.  She says I put too much weight on when I get carrots.😦

I don’t have a problem with carrots.  Unless I don’t get them, then I lose weight.  I wonder what we’ll get tomorrow?

I’m still eating today’s breakfast.

Really?  I’ve finished mine.  Do you want me to help you out with anything?

You can have my tomato.  Oscar doesn’t need it.

Thanks! (Slurp)

Kevin had a birthday

I’m sorry I wasn’t here last week.  We had a birthday party for Kevin’s official birthday.  He was six years old.  He had cake with six candles on it, and six pieces of strawberry.  He said it was very nice, and when Mummy took the candles away he asked her to share his cake with us.  I didn’t like the strawberry thing.  I didn’t like it when Mummy gave it to us earlier in the summer, and I still don’t like it.  Mummy gives us lots of strange things I never had at my old home, and not enough cabbage, in my opinion.  She tried something new this week, called corn cob husks, which the others loved but I thought they were boring.  We only get these in September, apparently.  Kevin tells me these things.  He says he’s trying to pass on the wisdom of those who have passed it to him.  Sometimes I wonder if he’s making it up, but he seems to eat all his corn husks and a lot of the fruit, too.

Anyway, here are some pictures of Kevin and his cake, and also a funny animal which was on the leaf above Kevin’s run.  It’s called an Elephant Hawk Moth Caterpillar.  It was nearly as big as me.  Well, no, but it was the size of Mummy’s fingers.


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.


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.