M is for Mam, or Mummy, as Bertie calls her

Hi there! It’s me, Roscoe, the Ruler of the East!

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No, seriously, I just wanted to sound different today. It’s just GeordieRoscoe as usual. We’re still blogging from A to Z once a week, and we’ve just reached halfway with M. But we have an Appeal further down the page, so please read right to the end. Ta.

The best M I could think of is M for Mother, which means Mam, or for Biggles and Bertie, Mummy. I’m not sure why we call her different things. I don’t think she’s different for each of us.  Then I thought some more and decided to ask each of us a question – or set us a challenge, anyway.

Sum up Mam (Mummy) in one sentence

Bertie in armsBertie

She’s the bringer of food, the cuddler of cuddles, the cleaner of cages, the scratcher of crests, and I love everything she does except cut my nails.

Biggles on Mam's lapBiggles

I love Mummy because she looks after me and brings me cucumber, and makes sure I’m well, even if I’m not feeling happy. And she puts up with me when I’m grumpy and makes me feel better.

  • That’s two sentences, Bigs.  
  • Well the second one begins with And, so it would be one if I hadn’t had to put the full stop in.
  • Oh, okay.
Neville

Mam brushes my hair and smoothes my coat and cleans my ears and makes sure I get enough to eat even if someone tries to eat my portions. And lets us run in the garden when it’s nice.

  • That’s…
  • Okay, what Bertie said.
Me, Roscoe

Mam understands how important I am, and sees to my needs, and looks after my welfare, and makes sure I’m looking my best as much as she can. And goes out to play golf or watch birds a lot.

  • Bertie: That’s not fair, I want a second sentence, too.
  • Roscoe: Go on then

Bertie (2): And we all love her but that sounds soppy and it’s really difficult to think of something different from the others. I’m glad I went first.

Roscoe: hee-hee, I know just what you mean.

So that’s what Mam (Mummy) means to us, and we’re all very grateful we’ve got her.

Selfie with Mam

Appeal

Please give some thought for the piggies at the East Anglian Guinea Pig Rescue.  Auntie Sophie was just restarting as a rescue in a small way after Christmas, and had about twenty piggies in, then they all had babies, and then a couple came in that had an illness that didn’t show during their quarantine period.

Mam says the illness is called Chlamydia Cavia, and basically all the piggies that came into contact with the others are either sick or potentially carriers, and can never be rehomed anywhere with either other guinea pigs, rabbits or cats (because cats get it too).

So now Auntie Sophie has 60 guinea pigs with no way of rehoming them (and no rehoming fees to contribute to costs). Unless you have no guinea pigs, rabbits or cats.  And she has a lot of wishlist items and vet bills to pay. Mam says the vet bills are covered for now by donations already.

If you would like to sponsor a piggy or contribute in any way, please see East Anglian GR Amazon wish list, or wait for further details of the sponsorship scheme.

I was a guinea pig in a rescue once and I know how it feels. Thank you for caring about us.

love

Roscoe xxxxx

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K is for Kitchen!

Way-aye, Roscoe here.

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I was wondering about the letter K, because all I could think of was KALE. Bertie reminded me there used to be a hero here called KEVIN, but I never met him, and Bertie says he only met him once or twice.

So I asked Mam, and she said, well, where do you spend your mornings most days?

KITCHEN, I said.  So I found us some pictures of us pigs in our KITCHEN and Mam found a nice moving one of me checking the kitchen extension out. So here they are.

It’s nice, running around the kitchen.  Always some interesting smells to explore, although when Mam had a deep clean one time a lot of them disappeared. There are still a few lurking behind the cupboard door where the washing and heating machines are. But they’re very faint. And Bertie and I get to hang out under the closed table our cage used to be on. Mam can’t get there, except with something long and thin like a brush.

 

Yes, I like our KITCHEN.  And that’s it for K.  Next week, Bertie tackles L.  But in between that we celebrate Princelings Day on Thursday.  That’s Fred & George’s birthday, June 13th.  And that’s when our Tenth Anniversary official ends – so enter the Giveaway because Mam has that nice George’s Guinea Pig World notebook to give to one of our lucky fans!

See you next time

love

Roscoe xxx

Neville and Roscoe settle in

I is for Ideas, sadly lacking, and Ignorance

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Way-aye! Roscoe here again.

We’re up to I in the A to Z weekly blog challenge.  And I’m all out of IDEAS.

I spotted ISLE of Mull, but Bertie blogged about that last week under Holidays.

Then I was talking to Auntie Vikki the other day and the matter of IGNORANCE turned up.  Auntie Vikki used to run a rescue, but she got so tired of ill-treated piggies, or people dropping off piggies they didn’t want any more because the children had lost INTEREST. How can anyone lose interest in someone like me?

Auntie Vikki with Neville

Well, it’s a good question, because I have personal experience of IGNORANCE.

Neville and I were just left in the house we lived in.  JUST LEFT! I have no idea whether we did something wrong, or we weren’t exciting enough for the kiddies.  They seemed to enjoy playing with us when they did, and that was quite often.  I was generally on my best behaviour with them.

But then we were left, all alone. Why couldn’t she take us to the local rescue?  The lady there could have helped us.  Was she too ashamed? I’d be more ashamed of just abandoning someone.  She didn’t leave her children behind and they seemed much more trouble than we were.

In one way we were lucky, though.  The landlord man came in the next day and found us.  He made sure we had hay and water and he contacted the nice lady at NEGPR.  We stayed in the house for a bit with the landlord popping in to say hello and top up our food, then we went to a foster home, and then we went to the rescue.  And then Mam found us and came all the way to Newcastle to pick us up.

Neville and Roscoe settle in

But we did better than Humphrey and Hector.  They are legends.  They were left in their house when their carers moved out AND TOLD NOBODY!  How can anyone do that?  H&H weren’t found for a MONTH. They were starving. Hector had even been eating Humphrey’s hair.  He was no more than a babe then, and that’s why Mam always put up with him being such an angry pig. He eventually learned to trust her, as we all do.

Hector and Humphrey

Mam says everyone knows nothing to start with, but some people are ignorant and decide not to learn. She says she’s still learning.

Well, she’s learnt her lessons pretty well so far, even if she doesn’t always give me enough time to relieve myself before she picks me up for my morning cuddle.  That’s why I pick at her sleeve to get away sometimes.  See, that’s another bit of ignorance gone, because when she reads this, she’ll understand.

Thanks for letting me get all that off me chest.

Bertie’s got a special guest next week.  I’ve got to start thinking of what to say for the letter K.  It’s hard, this alphabet thing.

Have a good week

love

Roscoe xx

 

G is for Garden Parties and other things

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We’re back to our A to Z weekly blogging challenge today.  I’m Roscoe, the handsome one of the party. The one with the dashing eye patch!

G is for Garden parties, Gotcha days, Gardening and something Mam does pretty often, which is Golf.

We had hoped to have a Garden party last week to celebrate the blog’s anniversary.  Mam is very happy you came and visited her special anniversary post, but is a mite disappointed that people haven’t entered her Giveaway. I mean, it’s like a raffle, and friends enter raffles, don’t they?  So step up and enter the Giveaway.  It’s at the bottom of Tuesday’s post.

Mam says she might add everyone who’s left a comment on the blog anyway.

We generally have Garden parties for birthdays, and  Gotcha Days, which are the dates on which some of us arrived here, rather than the date we were born.  Nev and I don’t know when we were born, and neither does Mam, so we have our Gotcha Day on 18th August.  Bertie and Biggles celebrate their birthday in February, and we have an indoor party for that.  Garden parties are a tradition here, though.  Mam says we might have one for Princelings Day, 13th June.

Gardening is something Mam does to keep the garden tidy, while we do the gras mowing for her.  This weekend she was weeding the new veggies.  She says the salad leaves are nearly ready to pick, and the carrots and kohl rabi are growing nicely.  She took out weeds like chickweed and some mini dandelions and mini fennel, which she gave us to try. We liked them. She gave us some extra Grass she found too.  Yum.

Golf is what Mam does when she goes out all day.  She usually gets us cuddled, cleaned and fed then says ‘Bye Boys, see you after 3,’ or after 5, or before dark, and she goes out of the door.  She comes back later, and usually she brings food or hay.  So Golf is obviously related to shopping.

So that’s it for G, apart from George, of course, who was Gorgeous, and so am I.  He-he 🙂

See you next time

love

Roscoe xxx

 

E is for Easter Eggs

Way-aye, Roscoe here.

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I’m a bit behind on the lettering, because EASTER was last weekend, but since Mam gave us Easter boxes, I thought I ought to say something about it.

It’s the same sort of yummy box that Mam gave us for Christmas, but this time she gave one each to Biggles and Bertie as well as one for Neville and me.  Hang on, that means we share, but they get one each.  That isn’t fair!

Oh, hang on, Mam’s just filled our up again with herby hay.  That’s okay then.  Right.

Mam had an Easter Egg in a box, but it was made from Green & Blacks Dark Chocolate. It smelled terrible.  I don’t know how she can eat that stuff.  Our boxes are filled with hay and made from lovely noisy grass-covered cardboard.  They sound and taste AMAZING!

They help us take lots of EXERCISE as we push them around in our runs. We also got out to EAT grass last week, which was also amazing

That’s enough Es from me.  I’m going to take it EASY 🙂

Bye for now. Special week next week – with TWO posts, Mam says.  She’s writing the second one.  Sounds EXCITING!

Roscoe xxx

Christmas comes twice a year

Way-aye, Roscoe here.  I’m keeping up our attempt to blog from A to Z once a week this year.  We started on April 1st, and after seeing the A to Z’s tenth anniversary announcement, we realised it’s our tenth anniversary too.  So watch out for fun at the beginning of May.

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Today I’m talking C.

There’s one BIG C that we immediately think of.  Not celery, although that’s nice.  Celeriac is good too.  Corn is a bit fancy, and it’s also fattening so Mam isn’t giving us that these days as we’re doing the D word.

Before I talk about the C food, I’ll mention Cuddles, which we get every day and we like a lot.  I don’t much like the bit when Mummy checks us over and trims our toes, but I like the cuddle after, as long as it doesn’t go on too long.  After cuddles comes ‘run around on the kitchen floor’ time, you see.  That’s my favourite.

There’s also C for Christmas.  So here we are in our silly Christmas hats.  Colman is the only piggy in our world who began with C.  He refused to wear his hat. I never met him. You can read more about him here, though.

And of course the big important C word is… CUCUMBER!  Did you guess?

Biggles and Bertie are two
If Biggles doesn’t eat his quickly, I’ll nip in and get it!

Next week, Bertie does D.  We may even have a special guest for that.  Mam’s still working on it. [I am?]

I read all your comments, and when it says ‘liked by Jemima’ that’s me 🙂

Bye for now

Roscoe