Hello, Victor here.

It’s been a sad week, as you can imagine. Locksley struggled round to see me after early evening meds, and we chatted about how he felt, and how he could see the rainbow bridge in the distance. Then he went over to the other corner and chatted to Ludo. Later he went into his tunnel, and stayed there until late meds, when he was with Mummy for ages. Then he came back and didn’t move again. Mummy sort of expected it when she came in on Tuesday morning, but she was still upset. We did our best to console her during cuddle time.

We left Locksley’s run empty for a couple of days. More respectful, you know. But on beds day, Mummy cleaned it right out, gave it a different fleece from the ones Locksley used, and moved the furniture around. The fiddlesticks stayed, but the bed went in the wash, and came back when it was dry. I got Locksley’s sitting cushion, which was originally for Humphrey, and I’ve been making good use of it.

Then Pippin arrived. He didn’t know what to do with himself. I suppose he’s been on his own up in that cage, and though he could look down on us, having neighbours on either side was a huge change. He brought his snuggle tunnel, snuggle sack, water bottle and bowl with him.

And for the next twenty minutes he went from one side to the other, rumbling at Ludo and me, sticking his nose through the bars, trying to bite us, growling, and generally being a complete idiot. Ludo and I each tried to get him to settle down, but… well, Pippin, you know. He carried on at intervals all day and all night, and it’s not surprising that by morning his nose had been damaged by someone’s teeth telling him off.

Anyway, he was a bit calmer by the weekend, and Mummy put some honey cream on his nose, so that’ll heal up nicely.

Harmony has also prevailed over melon. We worked out that Pippin and I really only like the skin, and Ludo really only likes the yucky soft flesh that comes with it. So a piece of melon each now lasts two days, one day with Pippin or me, and the next day with Ludo. Or with Ludo, then Pippin or me. We’re all off shop-bought salad leaves at present, but the vegetable box ones are good. We’ve even got chard this week. Not as good as fresh from the garden, but still. And our pellets are nice, and so is the hay.

And the fireworks have nearly stopped. Thursday was the worst, because it was a ‘display’ a few streets away. Twenty minutes of horrible loud noises and bangs, and flickering lights through the curtains. Mummy sat with us and played music to help mask the noise.

So that’s over till New Year’s Eve, hopefully. Why do humans like fireworks?

love

Victor xx

ps we’re in mourning for seven weeks, as is our custom. Mummy says that takes us to Christmas Eve. So you’ve got six weeks left to get ready for Christmas. Mummy has printed off her card labels.