Way-aye! Roscoe here, full of Gotcha cake, or was it birthday party? I’m not sure, and I don’t think Mam was either.
Anyroad, yesterday we had a party with cake. Me and Neville have been here a whole year. I have to say, I like it here. I’ve got used to the funny way Mam talks, and Bertie and Biggles too, for that matter.
Nev and I like our cage and the time we spend in the garden, especially with the blue tunnel to play in. And the morning routine is good too: Nev gets a cuddle and some cucumber (six pieces, he says, cos he counts), then gets to go on the floor for a run, with Biggles, who’s already been through the cuddle-cucumber bit. Then I get a cuddle and six pieces of cucumber, if I can’t fool Mam into giving me more. Then I join Nev on the floor and Biggles goes back in his cage.
Then Bertie goes and gets cuddled and finishes up the cucumber, and when he comes into the kitchen I get picked up and put back, then Nev joins me. Sometimes he stays a while to talk to Bertie, but I don’t like him doing that. Makes me cross to think Bertie has been trying to cuddle up to him. No matter, I forgive him after a bit. Then we get our pellets, and then Mam gets the breakfast from the garden or the fridge or a mixture of the two.
After we’ve eaten, it’s time for a snooze. And maybe we’ll go outside on the grass in the afternoon.
Then sometimes, like this weekend, we do other things later in the day, like have parties. The cake was delicious, although Nev was too busy with grass to start with. The grass has grown. I think we should be out there to trim it for you every day, Mam.