This is where she gets ideas from

Way-aye, Roscoe here again.

We were all alone Saturday and half of Sunday while Mam went out enjoying herself. She left us well supplied, mind, even hiding a stalk of broccoli in our hay piles for each of us.  We found them all too soon, but it was a nice thought, and we kept teasing Biggles because he hadn’t found it first.  Apparently she got a big bag of broccoli stalks from Mr Tesco because silly people break long stalks short, not realising how delicious they are.  Mr Tesco has to throw them away unless someone like Mummy asks if she can take them for the animals.  She sometimes uses the word ‘rescued’ too.

Anyhow, we had a peaceful Saturday and Sunday.  She came home around midday and we went into our usual morning routine; cuddle, cucumber, runtime, clean cages and breakfast.  We had super-clean cages with fresh hay and some of us had our tunnels and beds missing.  They didn’t come back until nearly bedtime, and they were lovely and warm, as well as clean and dry.

The downside was we all had stuff tickled onto our skin behind our ears.  We’re used to this, and I think Mam was impressed how we all stayed still waiting for her to finish, and presented the right ear at the right time.  It’s something to make the itches disappear.    Apparently she saw Uncle Bob and Auntie Doris when she was out, and discussed Biggles’ touchy spots and my bitey spots. So Mam took action as soon as she got home. This is where she gets her ideas from.  She shouldn’t go meeting people, really.

Roscoe with Ivomectin behind his ears

Mam said she also saw Auntie Kate and Auntie Julie.  They all got together because Auntie Kate was doing something very special called a wedding.  Oh, and Auntie Meggy and Mr M were there too, but I don’t know about them.  Apparently Kevin and Colman knew all the people I’ve been talking about.  We’ve only met Auntie Doris and Uncle Bob. You’ve seen the pictures but I’ll show you again in the picture at the top of the page.  Mam said there weren’t any guinea pigs at the wedding, but a dog called Dexter held the rings for them, whatever that means.

So, that was all the news for this week.  Except that a lot of the boxes Mam’s been packing up have disappeared. She says they were nearly all books, and they’ve gone to new homes.  There’s a bit more room in our room, though.

See you next time

Roscoe xx

last grass

Update on lumps

Hi there, Bertie here again.

Mummy has stopped making me put my foot in the brown water, but she’s still putting cream on my foot. It feels a lot better, and I don’t mind keeping it on the floor the whole time now.  But it did come back in the week when she stopped one day, then she started again the next, and then she stopped again on Friday. So far so good.

Her white spot came off over a week ago and she now has a purplish patch in her skin. Apparently it’s healing up just fine, it’s just the way human skin goes. She had a letter on Saturday which said the tests the human vets did came back just fine, nothing to worry about.

So we can go back to worrying about moving, and all the things she’s doing to get ready. She says nothing’s finalised yet, she’s just doing tidy-ups while she’s got plenty of time. I think Roscoe told you about her putting pieces of paper all over the floor last week.  Now we’ve got big brown boxes standing around the big chair she sometimes uses to photograph us. A lot of the things on and in her desk have gone into either boxes or the bins.  She tends to talk to us while she’s taking things out and putting them in bins, but I don’t really understand what she’s saying. It’s always nice to hear her voice, though – it’s sort of comforting.

It’s very dark at present. Some days we have the light on all day. It’s weeks since we last went out on the grass, but Mummy says it’ll be a lot more weeks till we go out again. And she says if we go to the house in Hampshire she wants to buy, then there are a lot of daisies in the grass that she’ll have to take out before we can go out on it.

I think she should put that top of her to-do list, then.

See you next time

love

Bertie xxx

Bertie crossed to the top run

I’ve got a foot and Mummy’s got a lump

Hello, Bertie here again.

Roscoe and I have been discussing the strange white patch on Mummy’s cheek, but he didn’t want to talk about it.  I think he didn’t want Mummy (he calls her ‘Mam’) to be embarrassed about it.

I don’t think she’s embarrassed about it.  She’s been talking to everyone just as she usually does. Although I suppose most of the people talk to her on the phone so they don’t see it.

Anyway, she told us she was going to the hospital on Monday to have a funny white spot on her cheek checked, and when she came back she was just the same. Then she told us Friday she was going back again and she’d have a patch on her cheek because they were taking a sample of it. So she went, and came back, and she had a white square patch stuck on her cheek, a bit like Percy did once upon a time.  Then yesterday she removed the top layer and there’s a smaller round patch underneath which is still covering where they looked at her spot.

She seems fine to me.  Not bothered by it at all.

And she was well enough to give use personal baths on Saturday, mainly because Biggles has been a bit whiffy. So we all had to present our boy bits for inspection. Only Neville’s passed without having to be cleaned. :O

Selfie with Mummy
The other front foot

But then yesterday she noticed I’d been lifting up my right front foot and holding it up, so she looked at it, and then put some cream on it.  She says I’m going to see Dr Sally tomorrow. I like seeing Dr Sally, as long as she doesn’t stick any needles in me, like Dr David did last time.

We’ll keep you updated on our spots and things, but Mummy says it’s nothing, they just wanted to double-check.

Well, she would say that, wouldn’t she?

See you next time.

Bertie xx

PS Mummy’s got a new Princelings book coming out next week. You can find out about it on her blog.

U is for Uncles and Underneath things

Way-aye, Roscoe here again.

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We’ve got to the letter U in our A to Z Challenge.  It is very challenging.  Mam says most of these last ones are, but Bertie’s doing V next week and he’s just been to see his V, so he’s dictating his post to me today. Mam has shown me how to schedule it, which is to post it on a certain day.  Bertie has NU-MOAN-I-A which we don’t know how he got it but makes his lungs ache and he makes a crackly noise when he breathes.  His medicine upsets his tummy. Upsets – that’s a U word.

UNCLES – is the man thing for Auntie.  We don’t have many Uncles.  Uncle Bob came to see us last week.  I think he came to see us, with Auntie Doris, although they went for a walk with Mam before they sat and cuddled us. It was a very long walk, they were out for hours.  Anyhow, Mam and Auntie and Uncle took photos of us on their laps.  Bob has a lovely hairy chin. It’s fun to play with. Mam doesn’t have a hairy chin, neither does Auntie Doris.  I think that’s what makes Bob an Uncle.

We also like being UNDERNEATH things.  Nev and I have an underneath Biggles’ run, which is a nice secure hideyhole.  We all enjoy being Underneath Mam’s table in the kitchen, and also the other piece of furniture which is like a cupboard on legs. Mam says she doesn’t do anything underneath anywhere these days, but she understands why we like it.  Mam’s good at Understanding us!

cucumber time

See you next time. I’ll be doing W.

Roscoe xxx

PS We celebrated two years with Mam yesterday. I like it here. It feels like we’ve been here forever. I try not to think about those things we talked about for R.

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 Biggles 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

Slimmers World part 2 and my bid for stardom

Way-aye there, Roscoe here again.

Hope you’re all doing well.  We’ve had nice sunshine the last couple of days, and Mam hasn’t been wearing lots of clothes (plenty but not lots of woolly ones).  She says it’s only February so don’t expect to go out on the grass yet.  But I know there’s photos of past piggies on the grass in February, so I’m getting me hopes up.

Mam is very disappointed with our diets.  I think she’s disappointed with her own, to be honest, since she tries hard during the week and then she says it all goes wrong at weekends.  I told her we should dole out her food, but she doesn’t listen.

Mind you, this starving us hasn’t had much effect so far.  It’s hard to tell though, because if you’ve just had a wee it could make you weigh a lot less.  Mam’s done something clever with her pictures to give you this chart of our weight loss over the four weeks.

our weights Feb 16

Neville’s line is at the top.  You can see that after the black line that shows when we started these slimming things he’s dipped below the 1700 gms line.  So maybe it’s helping him.  He certainly comes and stretches up for his cucumber and things from Mam, so maybe that’s helping.

The next line is Biggles. I don’t know what he’s eating, but he’s not been losing any, and Mam’s very disappointed with him.  She says he’s a bit more active though.  Bertie’s the next one down. If I was feeling kind I’d say he’s lost a bit in the last couple of weeks, but since he put it on to start with, he’s only a tiny bit less.

And then there’s me.  I’m the lightest of us anyway.  Mam says that’s no excuse, I’m heavier than ‘huge Hugo’ ever was.  I suppose that bursts my bubble a bit, but not much.  I was doing well till that birthday party, so I reckon we can blame it all on your cake, Mam.

Mam says we’re continuing with the diet till we’ve got through all the special food.  Well, it’s fairly tasty when you get used to it, so that’s okay.  I miss the occasional carrot though.

I’m a star!

Roscoe eating hay

It’s an exciting week coming up, ‘cos I’m on Furkid Friday this coming Friday.  Don’t miss it.  This is the link, but don’t click it till Friday as it won’t work till then.  You get to meet Joshua, and he interviews me, and there are pictures, too.  You’ve probably seen the pictures before, mind.

And here’s Joshua in his cage!

Degu Joshua Zigler

…and we’re still thinking about Auntie Tori, who says she’s had her operation and is home recovering.  Get well soon, Auntie Tori ❤