Way-aye, Roscoe here again.
We were just feeling all settled this week, nice run, a bit of sun so we had some grass time on Saturday… and then Mam goes and puts that sticky stuff behind our ears. It’s meant to get rid of things that make us itch, and it does. The trouble is, she cleans out the whole cage, washes all our lovely cuddly cage wear, and leaves us in the clean run with a handful of hay and just our tents to hide in.
She does as much washing as she can, mind. It wasn’t a good drying day yesterday, so we didn’t get our bed back. Well, Bertie and Biggles got theirs back, but for some reason ours still wasn’t dry by bedtime. Mam left our tents in for us instead. Neville kept going in mine, so I told him rather strongly that it was mine, not his.
The trouble with having clean cages is we haven’t got enough hay built up to really have fun with it. We’ve got enough to eat, but it spreads a bit thin when you try to lie on it too. And as for tunnelling in it, well, forget it.
But apart from that, everything seems pretty settled now. Mam is always busy around the house. Maybe she was always busy but she had two floors of house to look after, so we don’t know what she did when she was downstairs. It seemed yesterday that she was always doing something; cleaning our room, cleaning all the windows, putting our dry things away. Putting her dry things away. Doing things on the little computer. Doing things on the big computer (I use the little one when she lets me get hold of it.)
So now we’ve got rid of the itches, and everything’s settled down.
Except Mam says we may have a party on Friday and get renamed the Victory Four. It’s like the Jubilee Seven, but different.
Watch this space!
So long for now