More grass please, Mummy!

Hi, Percy here.

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This week the sun was shining a lot, and some days Mummy brought us in some real grass from the garden.  It’s not long, and there’s not much of it, but it’s really nice.  Mummy says it’s far too cold for us to go out yet.  Although Roscoe told me that a few days Mummy has left the door ajar when she’s gone out and he didn’t think it was that cold.

My teeth seem to be working properly again, and Mummy’s very pleased with me.  I’m not sure my bottom is working properly, though.  Sometimes it feels a bit sore then Midge comes and asks what’s wrong and I tell him to go away.  Then Mummy asks what’s wrong and why are we bickering.  I think she thinks I might have something wrong, but doesn’t know what.  I suppose that means I’ll see Dr Sally soon.  Maybe it’s a good idea, but I prefer to be left to get on with things quietly on my own, really.

Neville & Roscoe with a bit of box

Roscoe’s very happy cos he’s off his meds, and even happier because he’s finishing up any of my special brew that I don’t drink in the mornings.  His scar is all healed with no more stuff underneath it, and his hair is growing back.  Neville’s teeth are growing too.  They are about three-quarter length, and Mummy says she needs to make sure the bottom ones don’t grow too long and upset the balance of his chewing.

And that’s the news from here, really.  It would have been Victor’s tenth birthday tomorrow if he’d still been here.  That’s ancient.

Victor waits
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Neville & Roscoe with a bit of box

I’m still here!

Hi, Percy here.  I’m very pleased to report that I’m still with you.  Mummy has been giving me Metacam twice every day, and my lump has gone down enough for me to straighten my jaw and eat more or less properly.

I’m not surprised Mummy was really worried about me, though, I felt really poorly after that night I had with the twitches.  It felt most peculiar and I was worn out and feeling very uncomfortable.  But I’m over that now, and happy to be organising a birthday party for Wednesday! More of that next week.

Roscoe’s scar is nearly healed.  It’s taken a bit longer because he had a funny bug in it that needed a different antibiotic.  So he’s been on two types of antibiotic for over a week now, and seems to be getting better.  Fingers crossed.  He went for a check up last Thursday and Mummy took Neville with him.  Neville had incredibly dirty ears. It was like black soot in them. Mummy said she wasn’t sure whether the dirt went all the way down, so she wanted Dr Sally to look at them.

Well, according to Roscoe, when Dr Sally put a thing in his ear to look down, Neville didn’t like that at all, and shot backwards out of Mummy’s hands and slipped down between the table and Mummy’s body.  Mummy tried to catch him but all she could grab was a lot of hair!  Eventually Neville got onto the floor, and Mummy could pick him up and check him over.  He didn’t have any bones broken or hurt, but he did have a sore lip and his top incisors were wobbly. He and Roscoe both had a run around on Dr Sally’s floor just to check he was moving okay, too. Mummy is terribly worried that Auntie Layla will think she’s a bad Mummy, but she isn’t, she just wanted to check Neville’s hearing was okay, and Neville didn’t want it checked.

Anyway, Roscoe says Neville is eating fine even though his front teeth have now broken off at the gum.  Mummy took a photo of Gummy, as we now call Neville, and we expect he’ll grow some new ones in a week or two.  Meanwhile he’s getting some of his food cut up in strips like I have mine, but apparently he’s fine at picking up hay and munching bits of lettuce and stuff.  He hasn’t lost any weight yet, anyway, and he’s a tubby boy, just like Dougall was.

Sometimes I wonder how Mummy keeps track of all the meds we have, but I noticed that she has a black board with white writing on it, and our names are there, with long words and some figures after them.  I expect that’s our meds list, as none of the others are on it except Roscoe and me. Neville had some of my metacam for the first couple of days after he did his teeth, but he’s stopped now.

So, it’s been very busy here this week.  The good news is we had special hay with carrots and herby bits in it.  We also had a little grass from the garden. I like both of those. More please, Mummy!

 

Percy pig in the hay box

My Grand Day Out

PercyPercy here. With lump.

Mummy took me out for the day in the car on Friday. We went a very long way, then we stopped for a short while and then Mummy came back and had a cup of coffee.  Then we went on to see Dr Simon in Northampton at the Cat and Rabbit Care Clinic (but they like guinea pigs too).  The was a cat in Reception when we arrived, and a rabbit came out of the vet’s room before we went in to see him.

Dr Simon was very nice. He gave me a cuddle, called me ‘sweetie’ and examined my lump and my teeth. He moved my bottom jaw around to see if I could line my incisors up, which I can, but it takes work, so I leave it a bit sideways if I’m not actually eating something.  He and Mummy talked about my lump while he did that.

Then he took me into another room and wrapped me up to give me a tooth checkover, just like Uncle Barry does.  He told me my teeth were good, he just had to smooth off the outsides of the top ones as a bit of a preventative.  Then we went back to Mummy and he told her what he had done.  Mummy asked lots of questions about eating and stuff.  She seemed content with his answers.  I went back into my box to rest again while they talked.

Then I came home again, and it was still a long way.  We stopped again.  Oh I forgot to say, I think Mummy has a friend in the car but I never saw her.  She started saying things to Mummy after the first stop, when we were on our way to Dr Simon.  Then she stopped talking when we got near Kings Lynn on the way home.  I ignored her at first, but then I discovered she mainly said odd things like “Enter the roundabout and take the second exit.”  When she said that the car would do one of those triple sways, so I started to get used to the warning and the sways. I don’t know where she went after Kings Lynn.  I don’t remember Mummy stopping again to let her out. I spent most of the journey underneath my bed, because that made the noise quieter.

Mummy’s giving me Metacam twice a day now, but otherwise nothing’s changed. Dr Simon told her that Metacam seems to have an inhibiting effect on sarcomas. I’m sure that’s what he said, because I was listening hard, in case Mummy didn’t remember.  But she obviously did because she gave me some Metacam as soon as I got home, along with another slice of cucumber.

I must admit, although I was tired after my day out, I felt good on Saturday.  Until the evening.  Then I started feeling really weird and my body starting twitching.  Mummy was worried about me, and took me out for a cuddle, which felt good and I relaxed, but then the twitching started again. It went on half the night, and I was very tired in the morning, but Mummy was pleased to see I was okay, sort of.  She thinks I might have had a funny turn, probably linked to my lump – which seems to have grown AGAIN.  He’s a picture of me on Sunday morning.  My lower jaw is even further over, and I’m drooping a bit.  That lump is getting heavy.

In fact, I’m not feeling too well this morning. I hope you’re okay today.

Update on Roscoe: he’s doing okay.  His scar is a bit swollen at each end, but Mummy’s treating it just like Dr Sally said. Otherwise he looks fine, and the hair’s growing back.

Percy's new bed

My lump is back

Sigh.  Yes, my lump is back again.  Percy here, of course.

I have a lump on my cheek.  Mummy and Dr Sally spent a lot of time last year looking at it.  Sometimes Dr Sally gave me a rest on her bed while she took a look at it more closely.  One time I came back to a clean run all on my own while the stitches she’d put into my cheek healed up.  It all seemed very strange to me, but some time in the autumn my lump disappeared (or at least got very much smaller), but now it’s back as big as ever.

Percy in the hospital suite

It doesn’t really hurt, it’s just more difficult to eat with it, because it stops me opening my mouth as wide and also I tend to eat on the other side , so my teeth wear unevenly.  Mummy’s giving me the Nutrimed again.  She says it may have helped to reduce it before and she shouldn’t have stopped giving it to me.  I didn’t mind not having it.  I don’t really like having to drink things from the syringe. Mummy says I have to be a good boy and drink it down, so I do, but still…

Anyway, enough of me.

Roscoe was in the wars at Christmas – as in Bertie dashed up to tell him Bertie was in charge and Roscoe said, “oh really?” Bertie had a good fight with him and by the time Mummy got them to stop, Roscoe had a big bite on his cheek and his back.  He’s healing well, although the cheek one has developed an abscess.

Roscoe with parsley

I don’t know why Bertie is so impossible.  I thought I’d taught him well when he lived with me.  Mummy thinks she should have left him in with me for longer, but I don’t think it would have made any difference, Mummy.  He’s just made that way.  Bossy.

We wish you a Merry Christmas and a happy New Year

Percy here.  This is our last post of the year, since next week is Christmas and the following Monday is New Year’s Day.  Mummy says we can have those days off.

Oscar

We lost Oscar from our gang on Thursday.  He’d been under Dr Sally’s watchful eye all year, and between her and Mummy they’d been treating him for organ damage from internal fungal infections and heart disease.  Mummy knew about the fungal thing from Cambridge Cavy Trust, but Dr Sally was more confident of the heart condition.  Anyway, Oscar had a good year, and enjoyed himself, and was perky all the way up until Tuesday, when Mummy got worried about him.  He went over the Rainbow Bridge during the night on Thursday morning. I expect Kevin took him in hand and showed him around. We’re now in mourning until the beginning of February. Seven weeks is the proper period of mourning in guinea pig customs.

Mummy had a sixth sense about him because she took a photo of him with his brother Midge on Wednesday.  They fell out with each other years ago, before I came, and never spoke to each other at floor time.

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On Friday we had our Christmas photos taken.  You can see what charmers we are in our hats.  Roscoe wasn’t impressed with his santa hat.  I put up with it to please Mummy.  Bertie wouldn’t stay still, he got really over-excited and Midge and I had to tell him off.  Biggles was over-awed by it all and stayed completely still while Mummy took photos, as did Neville.  Midge and I are old hands at hat photos, of course.

I wonder what we’ll get for Christmas?  Maybe Mummy will post photos next week.

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Do you get Christmas presents?

There’s a lot of stuff about Christmas presents around at the moment.  I seem to remember that last year we got our blue pattern beds and tunnels.  I got the bed, and I really enjoyed it until Biggles and Bertie came along.

I realised the other day that this has been my problem, really.  I had a nice quiet life here, in a large cage on my own.  Then they came and I uncled them until they were getting feisty, and Mummy moved me (and my bed) upstairs to live with Midge. We lived next door to each other for a bit, then Biggles and Bertie fell out, and I moved in with Midge (with my bed) and Bertie came to live next door.

Midge sleeping

Most of the time Midge and I get along okay. I let him sleep on my bed and he lets me sleep in his tunnel.  Just lately he’s been bossing me a lot, and I don’t like that.  Sometimes I have to complain loudly.  Mummy gets worried about us then.

The other day we were really having arguments with each other – about who lay in the tunnel, I think -and Mummy decided to see if I should have a break.  She swapped me and Bertie over.  Bertie and Midge lasted about an hour before she decided that wasn’t working, so she put Bertie back with me. I thought it was nice of her to keep my bed with me, by the way.  She’s very thoughtful that way.

Bertie and I managed most of the day together, but towards the evening he started to get on my nerves.  He just invades my space, you know?  All the time, he wanted to sit next to me.  Or in front of me with his nose in my face.  Well eventually I had to tell him to go away, and we had a bit of an argument.

So Mummy put me back with Midge.  And my bed.

percy midge sleeping

I suppose, in the end, it’s how it must be.  Midge and I are grumping along as usual. It’s fine.

I wonder what we’re going to get for Christmas this year?  Bertie says he wants a snuggle-sac, but he’s got one he doesn’t use.  I think Midge and I could do with another bed so that we can each sleep on our own.  The boys downstairs probably don’t need much.  Some extra hay, or special herby things, perhaps.

What would you like for Christmas?

 

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