Birthday cake and Gotcha party

On August 20, 2018August 19, 2018 By geordieroscoeIn Birthdays2 Comments

Way-aye! Roscoe here, full of Gotcha cake, or was it birthday party? I’m not sure, and I don’t think Mam was either.

Anyroad, yesterday we had a party with cake. Me and Neville have been here a whole year. I have to say, I like it here. I’ve got used to the funny way Mam talks, and Bertie and Biggles too, for that matter.

Nev and I like our cage and the time we spend in the garden, especially with the blue tunnel to play in. And the morning routine is good too: Nev gets a cuddle and some cucumber (six pieces, he says, cos he counts), then gets to go on the floor for a run, with Biggles, who’s already been through the cuddle-cucumber bit. Then I get a cuddle and six pieces of cucumber, if I can’t fool Mam into giving me more. Then I join Nev on the floor and Biggles goes back in his cage.

Then Bertie goes and gets cuddled and finishes up the cucumber, and when he comes into the kitchen I get picked up and put back, then Nev joins me. Sometimes he stays a while to talk to Bertie, but I don’t like him doing that. Makes me cross to think Bertie has been trying to cuddle up to him. No matter, I forgive him after a bit. Then we get our pellets, and then Mam gets the breakfast from the garden or the fridge or a mixture of the two.

After we’ve eaten, it’s time for a snooze. And maybe we’ll go outside on the grass in the afternoon.

Then sometimes, like this weekend, we do other things later in the day, like have parties. The cake was delicious, although Nev was too busy with grass to start with. The grass has grown. I think we should be out there to trim it for you every day, Mam.

A very exciting week

On February 12, 2018February 11, 2018 By geordieroscoeIn Birthdays3 Comments

Roscoe here. Glad to see you again. I gather a few had a wee problem with the accent, like. Sorry bout that, but Mam says she likes it.

This week was very exciting. We had a birthday party for young Biggles and his brother Bertie. You know I’m not right friendly with Bertie. And Percy filled me in on events between Biggles and Bertie. It sounds like Bertie’s as bad with his brother as he is with me.

Anyhow, Biggles invited Neville and me to his party, which was on the floor in the living room. That was different! We don’t usually run around there. There was a nice warm blanket with something crinkly underneath. Mam says it’s a plastic tablecloth to protect her floor carpet. Oh, I get you 😉

Neville at our first birthday

I had fun exploring, and nosing around the things there, and I found some shiny things up at the side, apparently they spelled out summat, but I don’t read long words too well, especially when the letters are twice the size of meself. Neville discovered the birthday cake and spent nearly all his time there. Well, it was nice, and I did have some. Just not that much. Biggles was a bit shy of it too. He had a good rumble at me instead.

I gather the others had a second party with a separate birthday cake which Midge spent most of his time eating. Midge and Neville – I wonder what they’d do if they lived together?!

Neville’s teeth are growing along okay. Mam took more photos this weekend to show you how they go, week on week. Neville hasn’t lost any weight, mind.

And my lump has finally gone away (touch wood, Mam says), and I’ve finished one of the antibiotics and Mam says I can finish the other on Thursday. Of course it’s the horrid tasting one that lasts longer. I cannot wait for Thursday.

Have a nice week!

Bertie & Biggles had a half-birthday

On August 8, 2017August 8, 2017 By PercyIn Birthdays5 Comments

Hello all, Percy here.

Sorry I’m late this week. Yesterday was Bertie and Biggles’ half-birthday. It’s a half a year since they were born, so they are now six months old. That’s seven in piggy years, which I was going to tell you more about but I’ll leave it for another time.

I think Mummy only celebrated their half-birthday because she knew they were getting too big for some of the toys in their runs. She took the small chube out of the runs a little while ago, because she didn’t want them to get stuck in them. They each weigh over 1100 gms now, which is more than Oscar weighs. They have been using secondhand grassy tunnels to make sure they didn’t get stuck, but there wasn’t much interesting grass left on them.

Biggles has been complaining he had to squeeze through his old fiddlesticks, too. Well, they are a bit small. Fred and George had them when they were little. They are heirloom fiddlesticks.

Well, they had a surprise when Mummy came home yesterday. She gave them new tunnels and fiddlesticks – well, Bertie had a new type of tunnel we’ve not seen before, called a seagrass tunnel, and Biggles had some new rainbow fiddlesticks. They are the same type that Oscar has, although his are very faded. Hugo had those first, so again, they are heirloom ones, too.

Anyway, here are Bertie and Biggles with their half-birthday presents.

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Victor would have been nine years old today

On February 20, 2017February 19, 2017 By KevinIn Birthdays2 Comments

Kevin reporting today, since I knew Victor. He was a grand old man when I arrived, although then he was only four. He lived till he was six and one-quarter, or thereabouts, and he was the friendliest and most amiable guy you could imagine. Humphrey was friendly too, but a little more reserved.

Victor's 6th birthday — Victor’s 6th birthday

I suppose I may have met him on the floor in the kitchen beforehand, but I always remember the day of the Queen’s Jubilee [in 2012], when we had a party in the garden, all seven of us – Victor, Humphrey, Hector, Dylan, Dougall, Colman and me.

Those were the days!

There are lots of posts written by him on here – you can click his photo in the ‘Authors’ at the bottom, and read more of his wise words and reportage.

In other domestic news: Mummy washed my tent the other day and the wire on the base broke, but she says it’ll be okay for sitting in until the better weather comes. I wonder if that means she’ll get me a new one, or whether she’s got another hanging around not being used? She also mixed in some new stuff called ‘muesli’ with my pellets. She said Victor liked it, and she thought I might too. Such a kind Mummy ❤

Yesterday was Dylan and Dougall’s birthday

On November 28, 2016November 21, 2016 By KevinIn Birthdays, Memorials3 Comments

Well, it would have been if they’d made it this far. I think Mummy is only just getting over the shock of Dylan dying, eight weeks after Dougall did. I guess he just couldn’t live without him, even though you’d have thought that Dylan was so outgoing and into everything (and everyone) that he’d be okay.

Anyway, here to cheer Mummy up are some happy memories.