There’s a lot of stuff about Christmas presents around at the moment. I seem to remember that last year we got our blue pattern beds and tunnels. I got the bed, and I really enjoyed it until Biggles and Bertie came along.
I realised the other day that this has been my problem, really. I had a nice quiet life here, in a large cage on my own. Then they came and I uncled them until they were getting feisty, and Mummy moved me (and my bed) upstairs to live with Midge. We lived next door to each other for a bit, then Biggles and Bertie fell out, and I moved in with Midge (with my bed) and Bertie came to live next door.
Most of the time Midge and I get along okay. I let him sleep on my bed and he lets me sleep in his tunnel. Just lately he’s been bossing me a lot, and I don’t like that. Sometimes I have to complain loudly. Mummy gets worried about us then.
The other day we were really having arguments with each other – about who lay in the tunnel, I think -and Mummy decided to see if I should have a break. She swapped me and Bertie over. Bertie and Midge lasted about an hour before she decided that wasn’t working, so she put Bertie back with me. I thought it was nice of her to keep my bed with me, by the way. She’s very thoughtful that way.
Bertie and I managed most of the day together, but towards the evening he started to get on my nerves. He just invades my space, you know? All the time, he wanted to sit next to me. Or in front of me with his nose in my face. Well eventually I had to tell him to go away, and we had a bit of an argument.
So Mummy put me back with Midge. And my bed.
I suppose, in the end, it’s how it must be. Midge and I are grumping along as usual. It’s fine.
I wonder what we’re going to get for Christmas this year? Bertie says he wants a snuggle-sac, but he’s got one he doesn’t use. I think Midge and I could do with another bed so that we can each sleep on our own. The boys downstairs probably don’t need much. Some extra hay, or special herby things, perhaps.
What would you like for Christmas?
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Percy, your tale smacks of the typical problems with roommates! It’s the same with two leggeds.
What I want for Christmas? Peace everywhere. A cessation of the hatred and bigotry. That would be perfect!
I would send you cucumber if I could!
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I would like that evil human Trump to be removed from power. It’s a long story, Percy; maybe Mummy will tell you sometime about him.
Other than that, I want my boys, you boys, and even the Satanic Conures to stay happy and healthy. (I’d love it if the SCs would shut the bleep up once in a while, but that’s unlikely.)
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I don’t mind what I get, as long as Santa Paws doesn’t forget me. I share my humans with two chinchillas and a dog, and we take over the Mummy human’s blog on Fridays. We’ve been posting our letters to Santa Paws on there.
Joshua the degu
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