Hi, Percy here.
This week the sun was shining a lot, and some days Mummy brought us in some real grass from the garden. It’s not long, and there’s not much of it, but it’s really nice. Mummy says it’s far too cold for us to go out yet. Although Roscoe told me that a few days Mummy has left the door ajar when she’s gone out and he didn’t think it was that cold.
My teeth seem to be working properly again, and Mummy’s very pleased with me. I’m not sure my bottom is working properly, though. Sometimes it feels a bit sore then Midge comes and asks what’s wrong and I tell him to go away. Then Mummy asks what’s wrong and why are we bickering. I think she thinks I might have something wrong, but doesn’t know what. I suppose that means I’ll see Dr Sally soon. Maybe it’s a good idea, but I prefer to be left to get on with things quietly on my own, really.
Roscoe’s very happy cos he’s off his meds, and even happier because he’s finishing up any of my special brew that I don’t drink in the mornings. His scar is all healed with no more stuff underneath it, and his hair is growing back. Neville’s teeth are growing too. They are about three-quarter length, and Mummy says she needs to make sure the bottom ones don’t grow too long and upset the balance of his chewing.
And that’s the news from here, really. It would have been Victor’s tenth birthday tomorrow if he’d still been here. That’s ancient.