Roscoe rests after his run

Lots of visitors

Way-aye, Roscoe here again.

We had lots of visitors this week just gone. Mam had gone out, as Bertie told you. She came back on Friday. She told us all about it, the banging, the noises, and the foot through the ceiling that would have terrified us. Not to mention that half of it fell into Bertie’s cage!

We knew Auntie Claire was coming on Tuesday, because Mam told us (even if Bertie wasn’t listening). We didn’t know that Auntie Teisha was coming, though. So she came on Monday, Auntie Claire came Tuesday and Wednesday or was it Thursday, then Mam came home.

Then Saturday both Auntie Teisha and Auntie Claire came, one after the other. We got well cucumbered that day! Auntie Claire sat in our room and chatted to us and Mam for a while. I enjoyed the sound of their voices, really relaxing, so I fell asleep.

Mam went out again on Sunday afternoon (yesterday) but she’s coming back today. She said she had to be there for the electrician.

It’s all very complicated, isn’t it.

But – exciting news – she says our room should be finished on Thursday afternoon, so she’s probably going to take us with her this time.

I hope we have photos for next week. Watch this space as they say.

Bye for now

Roscoe xx

Bertie crossed to the top run

Mummy hasn’t come home!

Bertie here, in our house in Norfolk.

Mummy went out in the car as the storm ended yesterday, and she hasn’t come home!

She gave us lots of food and hay and stuff before she left. Roscoe says she had it all planned, wasn’t I listening? But I don’t remember her saying anything about staying out all night.

Roscoe says that Auntie Claire will come in on Tuesday with more food and we’ve got to be extra nice to her. She’s not been feeling well, but she’s still coming to look after us. That’s very nice of her.

But I thought we were going to go to Hampshire and have banging on the roof.

Roscoe sighs. ‘But the people are doing the floor as well and there will be machines and scraping and whining and probably dust and smells as well. Oh, and wood breaking noises.’

How does he know all this?

‘I pay attention to what Mam says,’ he says.

Well, I do too. I didn’t hear her say all this. If she told Roscoe during morning cuddles, then maybe that’s why. I was so busy having my grease gland cleaned and dried that I didn’t have time to listen to what Mummy was saying.

Well, as long as she’s safe in Hampshire. We’re safe here. And Auntie Claire is coming with more food.

We’ll be fine.

Love

Bertie xxx

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 cosy in Hampshire

Hello, Bertie here again.

We’re in Hampshire. Sometimes it’s sunny, sometimes it’s dark, and sometimes it rains. Mummy just put the light on and said “It’s nearly 5 o’clock! But I suppose it would be later in Hampshire.”

This is very strange statement. Why would it be later in Hampshire? Roscoe told you it was after 4 last week in Norfolk, when Mummy put the light on. It seems a big jump from after 4 to nearly 5. Is that what Mummy’s talking about? Help!

We all have cages here now. Roscoe and I have the freedom of the house at run time in the morning. We mostly go from the kitchen to the living room and back. Mummy showed us the room that hasn’t got a hole in the wall any more. It’s got big glass doors like we have at home. Well, Norfolk home. She said we could run around in there too. Roscoe and I agreed we don’t trust the carpet.

We also agreed it’s best if we go back to the kitchen where the fleece is to wee and poop. There is a plastic sheet in front of our cages in the living room, but that covers the nice soft carpet. We think we should help Mummy keep it clean.

Mummy made some funny smells yesterday. One was in the kitchen. She said something about uncle Richard’s grill not working. The microwave bit works okay though. That’s why he and auntie Gill came round on Saturday. To bring Mummy a microwave. She uses that to make her dinner. I don’t understand it myself.

The other smell is from the bedroom. Mummy says she’s painting it. I’m sure this all makes sense to you. We just say “yes, Mummy,” and get back to what we’re doing.

Talking of dinner, Mummy gave us some strange multi-coloured and funny shaped pellets in our bowls. She said it’s called muesli. I quite like it, but Roscoe says he’d rather have the tasty pellets. Biggles doesn’t like the muesli at all and refuses to eat it. Well, Mummy just smiled. I heard what she said about Biggles’ weight last week. It’s one way of making him lose weight, I suppose.

We’re coming back to Norfolk before next weekend. Don’t we have an exciting life?!

See you next time,

love

Bertie 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

Roscoe solo

All change again!

Hello, Bertie here!

I’m pleased to tell you I’ve been a very good boy this week, and Mummy’s very happy with me.

Roscoe, on the other hand, is in the doghouse. I wonder why they call it a doghouse? He’s moved into Biggles cage and Biggles has moved in with Neville again.

Mummy got fed up with the way Roscoe kept on at Neville. Then she saw a video from Auntie Sophie with some boars she was match-making with, and showed them starting to face up to each other, so she separated them. Well, Neville and Roscoe have been doing that for weeks. So the next time they started, Mummy decided it was time to separate them.

She did this last summer, if you remember. After about four weeks Roscoe and Neville spent most of their time lying together with the cage panel separating them, so she decided they’d made up.

This time, Roscoe has been lying next to the fence panel, but Neville has kept well away. Then when Neville was by the fence panel, Roscoe went to the other end of his cage and nonchalantly ate some pellets. Apparently, because their fence panel is underneath my cage, so I have to guess what’s going on, although Biggles will tell me if I ask him politely enough.

So that’s where we are at the moment. And Mummy took a picture of the big hole in the wall they made last week.

Apparently it’s been filled in with glass doors, so it doesn’t get cold and wet indoors. Looks like there’s some nice grass there to be explored, doesn’t it?

More news next week. Hope you have a nice week with not too many holes in your walls.

Love

Bertie xxxxx