Neville and Roscoe post-bath

Outrageous behaviour!

Way-aye, Roscoe here.

I was going to tell you how much cheek I thought Mam had, saying she loved the way I ate my cucumber. I was going to tell you about how she eats something called an icecream.

But that has been overtaken by events yesterday afternoon. We were cruelly and outrageously ripped from our afternoon slumbers and treated to torture!

Well, it started ages ago, because Mam said we needed baths. She was going to do it ever so many times, but then she thought we should have grass time. Then she was going to do it Saturday, but she said it was a bit cold.

Then today (after she ate the icecream), she said she’d have to wait because we were all having our mid-afternoon snack.

Then she came in and picked Biggles up, and took him off into the kitchen. Admittedly we didn’t hear any complaints, although we did hear a highpitched whirring noise just before he came back. He looked very clean, and smelled… funnier than usual.

Then she approach Nev and me, and Nev was wisely having a tea-time snack, so she picked me up! First there was the grease gland clean, which is bad enough. I mean, she’s very gentle, but very thorough. And it is a sensitive area, believe me. BUT THEN….

She put me in the sink of water!

I wasn’t having that, I can tell you. Well, we had several discussions about it, and I made my point of view quite clear. Eventually she managed to coat me with soapy stuff, and rub it in all over, and I did a lot of complaining, as you can imagine. Most of the time she had to hold me up with one hand and rub in places I don’t usually expect to be rubbed with the other. Then I had to go under the tap for a rinse off. And then she did it again! And made me wait for hours before she rinsed it off!

Then she mopped a lot of the water off me and wrapped me in a towel and took me through for a rub down and relax in the lounge. She may have relaxed. She thought my hair looked very funny when it all fluffed up in the damp. ‘Bouffant’ she described it, whatever that means.

Then I went back to the kitchen to sit on the other side and be blown warm air at, all up the wrong way on my coat, with the thing that made the nasty high-pitched noise.

At last I could go back to my run and it was Nev’s turn. He had the cheek to ask me what the problem was when he returned. Although he did agree that having the soap on for several minutes (he said three, but I’m sure it was hours) was a bit cooling.

So anyway, I hope you’ll agree that it’s outrageous treatment.

I’ll tell you about her icecream next time, unless something more important happens.

Love

Roscoe xxx

PS We’re already more than halfway through our mourning period. Bertie has already been gone for over four weeks. Can you believe that? It seems like yesterday… or the day before.

roscoe in the hay

Everything seems settled now

Way-aye, Roscoe here again.

We were just feeling all settled this week, nice run, a bit of sun so we had some grass time on Saturday… and then Mam goes and puts that sticky stuff behind our ears. It’s meant to get rid of things that make us itch, and it does. The trouble is, she cleans out the whole cage, washes all our lovely cuddly cage wear, and leaves us in the clean run with a handful of hay and just our tents to hide in.

She does as much washing as she can, mind. It wasn’t a good drying day yesterday, so we didn’t get our bed back. Well, Bertie and Biggles got theirs back, but for some reason ours still wasn’t dry by bedtime. Mam left our tents in for us instead. Neville kept going in mine, so I told him rather strongly that it was mine, not his.

The trouble with having clean cages is we haven’t got enough hay built up to really have fun with it. We’ve got enough to eat, but it spreads a bit thin when you try to lie on it too. And as for tunnelling in it, well, forget it.

But apart from that, everything seems pretty settled now. Mam is always busy around the house. Maybe she was always busy but she had two floors of house to look after, so we don’t know what she did when she was downstairs. It seemed yesterday that she was always doing something; cleaning our room, cleaning all the windows, putting our dry things away. Putting her dry things away. Doing things on the little computer. Doing things on the big computer (I use the little one when she lets me get hold of it.)

So now we’ve got rid of the itches, and everything’s settled down.

Except Mam says we may have a party on Friday and get renamed the Victory Four. It’s like the Jubilee Seven, but different.

Watch this space!

So long for now

Roscoe xxxx

Neville and Roscoe settle in

Run or Cage? That is my question

Way-aye, Roscoe here again, ‘here’ being Norfolk.

Once upon a time, we lived downstairs in the kitchen bit, in our nice big cage. I think Biggles had his cage next door, and Bertie was upstairs with Midge and Percy. Then after Midge and Percy went over the Rainbow Bridge, we all moved upstairs to the run.

You’ve seen pictures of the run, so you know how it is. You’ve seen pictures of the cages too. They’re pretty much the same size as the run, well mine and Nev’s, at any rate.

Down in Hampshire, we now have the cages. Ours is in the middle, Biggles is alongside our short end one side, and Bertie is the other end, and their cages stick out a bit. Mam says that’s more or less the layout for when we move into our room there, the ‘office’.

You know, I like being in the cage. It’s nice and bright, and there’s a bit of privacy with the sides. Bertie’s been getting a lot of exercise standing up and looking at us. It’s much better than him biting the bars all the time.

Mam would like Biggles to stand up and look in too. He’s quite capable of it, because he stands up at the side when Mam brings us cucumber.

But I think the plan is for us to have the runs rebuilt all on one level in the same plan as the cages. Mam says it’ll be better for her back.

So that’s my question really. Cages or runs? They both seem good to me. But given the choice, which would you pick?

See you next time, when we’ll be back in Hampshire. Mam’s warned us there’ll be some banging next time, but she might take us out for a drive if it’s really bad.

Bye for now,

Roscoe xxxx

All By Myself… again

Way-aye, Roscoe here again.

That Bertie told you the news last week: I’m all by myself again.

To tell the truth, it’s not bad. I can sit beside Neville’s run, and chew on the bars a bit if I want a chat. Most times he comes over. Sometimes he doesn’t. Sometimes he comes and sits by the bars when I’m doing something else, so if I’m too busy I ignore him.

I noticed yesterday, no Saturday, he and Biggles got a clean underpad. Normally we get an underpad and new fleece at the same time, about every five days, although Mam does change those disposable pads more often. I wonder if Mam’s realised that it’s Neville who’s been weeing a lot, not me. I know she took us both to see Dr Sally after Christmas, because she was worried one of us had something the matter, but Dr Sally couldn’t see anything obvious. I quite like seeing Dr Sally. After she’s had a good feel of my tummy, which is a bit uncomfortable sometimes, she gives me a cuddle, which makes up for it.

So anyway, Mam’s worked out what needs doing, my feet are getting better because I keep my fleece drier, and Biggles and Neville are getting to stay drier with the extra pad change.

Bertie’s his usual self. Although Mam’s a bit disappointed with him, as he’s taken to nipping her cheek when he’s on her shoulder at cucumber time, if he wants more or wants to go for a run. She told him off severely yesterday. A lot of good that’ll do, Mam!

We’re waiting to find out if we’re going to Hampshire next weekend. Mam wants to go, but if she’s going for a few nights she’ll take us with her and have a little holiday too. Or do some decorating. She says the wifi should be working on Saturday, so we might be able to blog.

Bertie was all worried we wouldn’t be able to blog and remind you it’s his birthday the following Friday. Biggles and Bertie will be THREE years old. Doesn’t time fly? Mam thinks I’m five now, and Neville four, but Neville might be the same as me, she doesn’t know. Neither do I, I never thought age was important.

Anyway, Mam says we’ll be back here for a birthday party that weekend, so there’ll be pictures next time I blog 🙂

See you then, have a good week. January is nearly over, and the afternoons stay lighter longer. Mam didn’t put our light on till 4 pm yesterday!

Roscoe

xxx

neville and roscoe have their hair dried

Neville and I had a bath

Way-aye, it’s me, Roscoe.

Mam’s been saying she’d give us a bath and the other day she did it.  It’s not fair, really, since it’s only a few months since our last one.  I don’t think Bertie and Biggles have had one since we’ve been here! (Mam just said they’d be having their’s this week, probably today.)

I don’t really mind having a bath, once it’s inevitable, like.  I was running, or rather, splashing, around the big white bath until Mam caught me and made me all wet, and then I waited for Nev to get wet, then we got all soapy, and having it all rubbed into our coats, all over.  It’s a really good feeling. I like it anyway.  I’m not sure I like the funny spray thing that washes the soap out after, but it’s soon done.

 

Mam wrapped us each in towels and we went and sat on her lap to get dry.  Then after a while, when we were nearly dry, she put this very noisy warm wind on us, and made us drier.  Then we came upstairs to our nice clean run.  Even the cagewear had been washed.

2019 A to Z badgeBertie’s been talking about doing the alphabet each week.  I like the idea.  Mam said something about finding when we’d first done it on here.  It was 2012, and Victor did it.  That was three years after the A to Z started.  Then Mam discovered it was three years after George’s Guinea Pig World started.  So it’s our tenth anniversary this year, too.

So as well as doing the alphabet, we’re going to have something special around 7th May, which is the anniversary of George starting this website up.  He did this post to welcome everybody, and it all went from there.

We’ve only filled nine letters, so far.  We’ve thought of two things for A, six for B, one for C, three for G, one for K, for each for M and N, two for P and one for R.  We’ve got a lot more thinking to do.  Oh, Mam’s just suggested ‘degu’ for D…

And that’s a reminder that Bertie is being interviewed by Joshua the Degu on Friday, on Auntie Tori’s website.  You’ll be able to find the interview here, but it isn’t alive until Friday (22nd March).

See you next time!

Roscoe

Roscoe after bath

Whiter than white!

Way-aye.  Roscoe here, and I’m all sparkling clean.

Mam took me and Neville downstairs on Friday afternoon to have a bath.  She’d been threatening Neville with a bath for a week or two.  I don’t know why I had to have one too, but there you go.

Nev had his hair cut as well.  About 3/4ths of an inch, I think.  Not so much as he had done in summer.  I think that’s to keep him warm enough.  We were lovely and warm in the room after our bath.  Mam had a wood fire going.  And she watched some horses jumping over fences while she rubbed us dry.  Actually, y’know, combing us dry would have been a better description.  She rubbed my hair so I was all fluffy, then combed it up the wrong way to let the air in to dry it.  It felt right funny, I can tell you.

I’ve been having a nice time in the run upstairs. Biggles got his extended for one panel over Bertie’s in the week.  He’s a happy boy now, cos he’s got lots more space to laze around in.  And he got a big treat — Mam put Percy’s bed in for him yesterday.  He’s a very happy boy now.

It doesn’t really go downhill in that corner nearest us.  Mam says it’s an Hoptical Hillusion.  So we’ve all got beds and snuggle tunnels.  That’s fair.

See you next time

Roscoe xx

PS Do you like our Christmas decorations?