Way-aye, Roscoe here.
Mam says we may be going on holiday to Hampshire next week. I was just having thoughts of that nice room with the warm floor, where Mam makes her food and ours in our sight, and then she’ll be sitting on the sofa and watching us. And maybe Aunties and Uncles coming to cuddle us.
Then she said we’re not going to that place.
If we go, and it’s not certain yet, we’ll be going to a new house, with no furniture in it. It’ll have carpet on the floor, and it’ll be heated, and have lights, and a kitchen and a bathroom, but nothing else. That sounds a bit strange to me, so I gave her a funny look. She just winked at me and didn’t tell me any more.
She’s been out a lot last week. Sometimes she says she has to catch the bus into the city, and sometimes she’s gone way before breakfast time and come back after cucumber time. She’s left us plenty of food each time, so don’t get the idea I’m complaining, ‘cos I’m not. I’m just saying. Well, actually, she gave us breakfast and hay but no pellets on Thursday. That was the day she went to Hampshire and back and why she went so early and came back late. But she went by train, so she could read a book. I told you Mam was sensible most of the time. She gave us our pellets at cucumber time.
Apparently we’ve got to get ready for Christmas as well. But if we go on holiday next week we may not have internet, and so we won’t be able to blog, or get ready for Christmas, or anything.
It’s all very mysterious, but Mam seems excited.
Till next time, whenever or wherever that is…