Mummy’s been taking me out first for my morning cuddle. It’s funny being first but I like it. I get first dibs on cucumber, and there’s always six pieces for me. Sometimes when I’m last there’s only five. Although sometimes there’s seven, so I suppose it works okay.
The best thing is, I get to have first run in the kitchen. I get all the time that Mummy’s cuddling Neville to do whatever I like, then Neville comes down. Now that’s great fun! First couple of days he was a bit sniffy about me wanting to get to know him better. But now we pretty much get along okay.
We hang out together around the wooden fiddlesticks until Roscoe comes in from his cuddle. Mummy picks me up before he realises I’m down the other end of the kitchen, and I’ve got really good at going straight into my tent. If I don’t I think Mummy will stop me coming down first. And I like coming down first. I feel it’s where I belong.
After I’m back in the cage and Mummy’s cleaned out Roscoe and Neville’s cage, she take Biggles out. He doesn’t seem to like going last. Well, I didn’t really, either. But someone has to, and I suppose if he’s been going down first for ages, it’s time for us to swap over.
And when he’s down, Mummy does his cage and then gets our breakfast.
Oh, and there’s another change involving me, too. It’s on the blog. I bet you can’t work out what it is!
Bye for now