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.
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!