Forty days till the winter solstice

Morning all, it’s Bertie here today.

Mummy said last night she’d worked out it’s forty days to the winter Solstice, when the day is shortest.  Then the days start getting longer again.  I”m beginning to get the hang of these long and short days.  Short days are winter, and we don’t go out in the garden because it’s cold.  Long days are in summer, and it’s usually warm enough to go out.

The days are certainly short at the moment.  Mummy has been going out for golf as usual, and not getting back until it’s nearly dark.  We have a light above us that she turns on when she comes in, and turns off just after cucumber time, which is a lot later.  Some mornings it’s still pretty dark when she comes down from her sleep.  She opens the curtains and tells us what the sunrise looks like.

Apparently, it’s going to be like this, or even darker, until the end of January.  That’s when Mummy said the days will be back to the length they are now.  Well, I suppose that’s not too bad.  It’ll be another forty days after that before we can start to hope we might go out on the grass again, though.

I have trouble counting to forty.  I only have fourteen toes. I’ll just have to trust Mummy to tell me when things happen. Between us we can count to thirty-four because she has twenty toes. Or are they fingers?  Perhaps it’s a mixture.  Humans are funny like that.

This week we celebrate Percy’s Gotcha Day on  Thursday (because he didn’t have a birthday and that’s when he first came to live here, three years ago).  We also celebrate seven years since Fred’s Passing on Sunday.  I’ll have to have a look at his photographs to remember who he is. I never met him.

Have a nice week!

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The sun’s going backwards!

Hi all, Bertie here.  Yes I know it’s Roscoe’s turn, but he didn’t understand what I was so worried about so he told me to tell you and you’d probably work it out.

Mummy’s been behaving strangely.  Well, that’s not unusual, but she’s usually very regular with our cucumber and cuddles and the like, and last week she was all over the place!  Sometimes she’d be down in the dark before the music started, sometimes the music would start and the sun would come out and then she’d come down.

But suddenly yesterday, the sun came out before the music started, and then Mummy came down.  We had cuddles and cucumber and breakfast, all in the daylight. (Then we all slept except Roscoe). She was acting as if nothing unusual was happening.  It happened again today, although it wasn’t so sunny.

She’s going to bed later too.  We know because we have to wait till ages after dark for our last hay of the day.

As far as I can see, it must be the sun’s fault.  The sun has started getting up earlier again, all of a sudden.  Usually it changes slowly.  And I think Mummy’s said before it doesn’t start getting lighter again in the mornings until after Christmas.  We haven’t done Christmas yet because we haven’t had our photos taken in our red hats, and we haven’t had yummy presents.

So what’s going on?

Why has the sun gone backwards?

Is Mummy okay, or is it too late to help her?

Please help.

Mummy’s taken our runs in :(

Mummy took our run panels down at the weekend, even though it was sunny outside.  She said it was just too wet for us, due to the heavy dew, and lack of sun on the grass.  I know what she means: the last few times there’s been sun in the sky but not shining where we are.  It was okay, but if the grass is wet then I want to stay in my tent.  Or the tunnel.

So that’s it for this year.  Maybe we’ll get out on the grass in March.  Mummy says we do some years, but this year it was cold and wet right through till early May.  It’s something to do with climate change changing things around.

Selfie with Mummy

I saw Roscoe told you he and Neville had baths.  I didn’t have a bath then but I had my tummy washed this week.  Just my tummy.  I’d got it all sticky during the night.  Mummy didn’t ask questions, she just stood me on the side of the big white sink, put water and soap on my tummy and rubbed it so it all went bubbly, and then held me so the water ran over my tummy to wash it clean again.  Then she wrapped me in a light towel, and we went and had our normal cuddles.

Apparently Auntie Shirley and Uncle Barry are coming to see us on Tuesday.  That’s tomorrow.  I expect they’ll look at our teeth too.  I like Auntie Shirley and Uncle Barry but I wish they wouldn’t make us show them our back teeth.  Mummy says it\s better than having to go to the vet for teeth work.  She thinks Biggles may need some work on his.  Mine will be perfect, of course.

 

Late night grass time

I don’t like to complain, but Mummy keeps going out in the afternoon and it’s nearly dark, or even really dark, when she comes back.

A couple of nights last week she came back when the sun was in the sky, but not in the garden, not even in Roscoe & Neville’s run.  We were all pleased she put us out on the grass for a little while, but really, it was just a little while.  Then at the weekend it rained.  Well, Saturday it rained, and Sunday before Mummy went out she dried the grass for us with the towel, and said it might be dry enough when she came back, but she doubted it.

Well, don’t you know, but she was right.  Or so she said.  I’m supposed to believe Mummy when she says things like that, but it was still sunny out, so why wasn’t it dry enough.

Well, I suppose at least we got a little bit of late night grass time last week. There won’t be much more of it, Mummy says.  The leaves are starting to cover up the grass, so I suppose that means it’s going to be winter soon.  I hate winter.

Then again, after winter comes spring.

Bertie with his snowmen bed

Mummy was out ALL WEEK!

Mummy was out all week last week.  She said it was something to do with golf. Sometimes she went out in her golf uniform, but sometimes she went out in funny clothes we’d never seen before.  One of them showed her legs.  It was all swirly around them like her morning coat.  I wasn’t sure whether she was supposed to go out dressed like that, but she had sparkly things around her neck and on her fingers, so maybe it all went together.

She did come home at night. Sometimes very very late. And we did get our morning cuddles, although some of them were very short.  I’m not complaining.  She seems very much happier now, so maybe it did her good.  A sort of holiday, maybe?  We’re all happy too, and we decided to make the most of the cuddles she had time for.

Bertie is even happier.  On Saturday Mummy took one look at his tunnel and threw it away.  I think Bertie had been peeing in it a lot this week.  Anyway, guess what she put in for him instead?  The Blue Tunnel!  I think we had that when we first came, and then Kevin had it, and then… well, I don’t know, I don’t keep track of who has what normally.  I have all Kevin and Colman’s matching set of snowman bedding, plus the snugglesac that matches the ramp tunnels that we don’t use any  more.  Anyway, Bertie has spent most of the weekend in or on his blue tunnel, and he’s very happy. [Mummy says Midge loved sleeping on it, so that’s probably why Biggles loved it, ‘cos he loved Midge.]

And when Mummy came home when it was still light, she went out to get us some grass to eat, so Neville and Roscoe were happy too.

So, despite Mummy being out ALL WEEK, we’re all happy.  Isn’t that odd?

Bertie breakfast

Mummy’s changed my routine!

Mummy’s been taking me out first for my morning cuddle.  It’s funny being first but I like it. I get first dibs on cucumber, and there’s always six pieces for me.  Sometimes when I’m last there’s only five.  Although sometimes there’s seven, so I suppose it works okay.

The best thing is, I get to have first run in the kitchen.  I get all the time that Mummy’s cuddling Neville to do whatever I like, then Neville comes down.  Now that’s great fun!  First couple of days he was a bit sniffy about me wanting to get to know him better.  But now we pretty much get along okay.

We hang out together around the wooden fiddlesticks until Roscoe comes in from his cuddle.  Mummy picks me up before he realises I’m down the other end of the kitchen, and I’ve got really good at going straight into my tent.  If I don’t I think Mummy will stop me coming down first.  And I like coming down first.  I feel it’s where I belong.

After I’m back in the cage and Mummy’s cleaned out Roscoe and Neville’s cage, she take Biggles out.  He doesn’t seem to like going last.  Well, I didn’t really, either.  But someone has to, and I suppose if he’s been going down first for ages, it’s time for us to swap over.

And when he’s down, Mummy does his cage and then gets our breakfast.

Oh, and there’s another change involving me, too.  It’s on the blog. I bet you can’t work out what it is!

Bye for now

Bertie