Bertie here.  I’ve had a terrible time this week. Okay, we went out on the grass for a couple of hours earlier in the week, but then it all changed.

And I mean CHANGED.

One day I was down having floor time in the kitchen like normal, and I came back to find my cage had gone! The bottom part was empty, well with white pads lying all over it, and none of my things.  Mummy put me in my loft – and the ramp had gone!  There was a panel across the top where I usually stand and watch her.  I found another ramp on the other side, but it was steeper and the wrong colour.  I couldn’t bear to go down it.  Besides, I didn’t know where it led.

After a bit Mummy picked me up and put me down a level.  Well, she tried to push me towards the ramp tunnel first, but I wasn’t having any of that. So she put me downstairs with Midge!  Well, that was a surprise.  I like teasing Midge.  We chatted a bit, and he grumbled a bit about having me mess up his nice clean cage. We don’t usually have clean cages midweek. After a while I went back upstairs to have a snooze in my tent.

Later Mummy came back so I came down again. She put Percy in my other run, the one she’d covered with white stuff.  I didn’t see much of Percy. He hid in the zebra snugglesac, which smelled funny. Then Midge got all antsy about me being there, and told me off.  And I told him off, because Mummy had given me the ramp so she must mean me to use it.  And he said nobody asked him, and I said something else, and anyway we got into a bit of a fight.

Mummy took me out and put me in my loft.  She took the ramp away and put the other panel across.  So I was all caged in and in a tiny run.  I tell you, it’s mistreatment and somebody ought to pay for it!

I went out on the kitchen floor the next morning.  Percy didn’t come down. He was wobbling around my his cage like he was drunk or something.  He spent most of his time in his zebra sac or his tartan tunnel. Mummy took him downstairs on his own a few times, well lots of times. She brought us up some nice things sometimes, grass and things called clover. I had another run on the kitchen floor that afternoon, too.  That’s new.  The next day (Friday) was much the same, but Percy was more himself, walking around better.  He was eating hay and food too.  I thought I might get his leftovers like we had the night before, but no.

Saturday all went back to normal.  Mummy cleaned both parts of my run out and put my proper ramp back.  Percy went back to Midge.  They bickered a lot.  Midge was jealous that Percy had special treatment.  Percy says it’s very painful and you have to eat horrid tasting foods. He’s still got his lump.  You can see how big it is because his hair’s been cut off.  There’s a funny line across the lump; it looks like it’s been joined together somehow.  Percy says he’s had an operation but Dr Sally couldn’t get the lump out, so he’s keeping it. Well, if it’s his, why not?

So all is back to normal, Percy’s keeping his lump, and Mummy says Percy’s hair will grow back pretty soon. It’s not very pretty, though.  And I was only mistreated for three nights, shut up in a 2×2 cage.

Mummy says I should think myself lucky, I might have had to go in the 100 cage on a floor somewhere without any of my things.  That’s not nearly as nice.

Oh, all right then.

Percy seems all right to me. He hasn’t changed since Saturday.

 

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