Hello, Pippin here.

I had a terrible ordeal on Saturday.

As usual for Saturday, we had our weigh-in and health check. It was very early, and we thought Mummy must be doing one of her book sales, but she took different things out to the car, for something called an art workshop. She finished us all early, left our breakfasts in our cages, and went out.

Well, she usually leaves me out for an hour to get what she calls ‘proper exercise’. Sometimes it’s nearly two hours. But this time she was out for ages. Victor and Ludo ate their breakfast and I hunted around on the floor. I finished all the bits of hay on it, had a few snoozes, and still she didn’t come back. Eventually she came home.

She did a few things, and got ready to go out again. And because it was tea time, she gave us each our biscuits. Ludo, check. Victor, check. Pippin… “where are you hiding?” Not in the hay, not under the fiddlesticks, not in the tunnel…

No, Mummy, I’M DOWN HERE!

Suddenly she saw me and picked me up and made a big fuss of me, but I was more interested in getting back in my cage and eating my breakfast. And the biscuit, of course. So she put me back, and went out with Auntie Anne and one of the little aunties, although she’s not little any more.

And I ate my breakfast, even though it was tea time.

And Mummy weighed me again yesterday morning, just to check whether I’d suffered from starvation, and I was exactly the same as the day before 1.33 kg.

So no harm done. I hope Mummy doesn’t forget me again, though.

love

Pippin xxx