We’re upstairs in the run today, Victor and me. The run has been transformed into its winter colours. The newspaper is still there underneath, but now the fleeces are covering the floor and it’s all cosy underfoot.
It’s a bit surprising really, since it’s warm and sunny and I thought we might be going outside for some grass. But Mummy says it rained too much in the night (it did, we heard it on the roof) and it’s too windy (well, there are lots of wind noises around and I suppose Mummy knows best on these things. I think we’d be ok but maybe our things would blow away in the garden). I wonder if, now the fleeces have come up here, they won’t be going down to cover our cages when we’re out in the garden in the sunshine. Is fresh grass over for the year? Is it winter already? I noticed that it gets dark much earlier in the evening and light much later in the morning.
Mummy had to trim my front teeth yesterday. She’s never done that before. She got George’s special snippers out and trimmed my left front upper tooth as I’d managed to make them all slanty. She left a little knobble on the right one but I’ve worn that straight overnight and she was pleased with me when she checked them this morning. I don’t know why I wore them crooked though and neither does she. I hope I don’t do it again, I don’t like having my teeth messed with and I told Mummy so. She forgave me though.
She keeps telling me off for telling Victor I’m in charge here though. I’m a bit confused because he smells rather like George did when he was ill one time. I hope he’s not ill.