Way-aye, Roscoe here.
It’s the last day of the year, Mam reckons. She also says she doesn’t really know what day it is, although she did manage to turn up on the right day for her golf and to collect Uncle James, who’s staying at the moment. I reckon I saw Uncle James last year, but I don’t remember him too well. He seems like a nice chap, anyway.
Last week, the day after Bertie posted, it was Christmas day. We had presents that Mam helped us unwrap while we had our Christmas morning cuddles. Neville and I have a wonderful box with hay inside it and grass on the outside. It makes a lovely noise when we chew it, too. Bertie and Biggles are jealous, even though they each got a couple of tasty sticks that hang on the side of the cage.
What we didn’t reckon on was Mam deciding we’d got invisible mites making us scratch too much. Well, something was kind of itchy. Even Bertie started scratching , so Mam stuck some wet stuff behind our ears the day after Christmas. It was okay at first, and the next day, but as time went on I didn’t feel like eating much, and neither did Nev or Bertie. Mammy asked us if we were poorly, we were so quiet.
But next day we felt fine again, and she weighed us all and said we were still too heavy and hadn’t lost any weight last week. It was all those yummy carrots we had on our holiday, Mammy.
Between you and me, I reckon Mam’s been eating too many carrots this Christmas too. She says we all have to do more exercise and eat less starting today and onwards into the new year. I’ll be right behind you, Mam.
Happy new year!