Christmas comes twice a year

Way-aye, Roscoe here.  I’m keeping up our attempt to blog from A to Z once a week this year.  We started on April 1st, and after seeing the A to Z’s tenth anniversary announcement, we realised it’s our tenth anniversary too.  So watch out for fun at the beginning of May.

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Today I’m talking C.

There’s one BIG C that we immediately think of.  Not celery, although that’s nice.  Celeriac is good too.  Corn is a bit fancy, and it’s also fattening so Mam isn’t giving us that these days as we’re doing the D word.

Before I talk about the C food, I’ll mention Cuddles, which we get every day and we like a lot.  I don’t much like the bit when Mummy checks us over and trims our toes, but I like the cuddle after, as long as it doesn’t go on too long.  After cuddles comes ‘run around on the kitchen floor’ time, you see.  That’s my favourite.

There’s also C for Christmas.  So here we are in our silly Christmas hats.  Colman is the only piggy in our world who began with C.  He refused to wear his hat. I never met him. You can read more about him here, though.

And of course the big important C word is… CUCUMBER!  Did you guess?

Biggles and Bertie are two
If Biggles doesn’t eat his quickly, I’ll nip in and get it!

Next week, Bertie does D.  We may even have a special guest for that.  Mam’s still working on it. [I am?]

I read all your comments, and when it says ‘liked by Jemima’ that’s me 🙂

Bye for now

Roscoe

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first day of spring grass 2019

It’s spring! We have proof!

Bertie here, full of the joys of spring!

We went out in the garden for the first time this year at the weekend.

I thought it was a bit scary, all that sky above my head, so I hid under my tent.  I still ate the grass I found there.  I thought it was a bit cold on my feet, but nice under the shelter of the tent.

Biggles ran around with Roscoe and Neville!  I know he’s been spending time with them on the floor, and more time than I have.  I usually say hi and good-bye to Roscoe at floor time.  Sometimes we get to bump noses, but usually if Mummy’s got my tent out I’ll go into that to avoid any confrontation. If there’s something we don’t argue about we can spend a while longer together these days.  But I didn’t realise that Biggles had actually made friends with them.  Turncoat.  I knew there was a good reason I didn’t like him.

Here are some pictures of us out on the grass.  The white thing is the netting over the new seeds.  Mummy’s sown carrots, salad leaves and something else for us in there. On the left is the bed with the veg that’s been growing all winter; swiss chard which we get for breakfast some days, curly endive (the same) and broad beans which will pod in a couple of months, Mummy says.  And on the far right, behind the lavender, there are baby pea plants growing.  That’s baby plants, not baby peas.

Next week we start the A to Z thing.  I’m very excited about it.

See you in a couple of weeks,

Bertie

xx

PS Did you see my interview with Joshua?

PPS.  Mummy says we can come off our special low fat diet pellets because it’s made no difference to our weights.  This is the latest chart.

Biggles and Bertie are two

Bertie here again!

Hello everybody.  I asked Roscoe very nicely if I could post again today to tell you about my birthday.  He said something like “I suppose you’d better because you’ll be insuferabel till you’ve told everyone”.  I don’t know what insuferabel means but I expect it’s a compliment.

We had a lovely time.  Mummy did portraits of us in the morning… look:

and then we had a nice run in the kitchen.  Later we came downstairs again, and Mummy had set up a lovely party room for us.  I enjoyed running around in that, and everyone came!  I spoke very nicely to Roscoe, and he spoke nicely to me most of the time, but Mummy decided he’d better go home before the party ended.  Then Biggles came down.  We said hello, and then I said something Biggles didnt agree with, and Mummy asked me if I’d enjoyed myself (which I had), and she took me home.  From the photos it looks like Neville helped Biggles enjoy his own birthday cake, as we’d already demolished mine.

And when the party was finally over, Mummy got me and Biggles to sit together on the chair in our room so we could have a photo together like I did with Uncle Percy.

We both sat very nicely and didn’t fight at all.  Biggles didn’t want his cucumber, so I helped him out.  Then he changed his mind.  There’s no pleasing some people!

But Mummy said we were good boys, and she hoped we enjoyed our birthday.  Well, I did, anyway!

Thank you for sending me happy birthday wishes, it was very kind of you.

And we hope Auntie Tori is feeling okay after her vet visit.  I think she had to stay in, so we hope she’s well enough to come home soon.

I’ll let Roscoe blog next week.

Love

Bertie (aged 2)

It’s my birthday on Thursday

Hi there, Bertie here.  It’s my birthday on Thursday!  I’ll be two years old.  Biggles will be two, too.  Mummy says we can have a party in the living room again. I like parties.  We had a great time last year.

But now I feel sad, because last year I was with Midge and Percy having a good time.  Mummy says they were some of her favourite pictures of the year, the three of us gathered around my cake.

But this year we might all get together if I promise not to argue with Biggles.  Or Roscoe.  Roscoe and I have been having chats through our cages, and also chats on the floor in the kitchen when we change over.  But only short ones.  It’s because Roscoe’s older than me and doesn’t agree that I’m in charge. We have a conversation about it and then I try to put my foot down and Mummy steps in and picks one of other of us up before we can get cross with each other.  She wouldn’t need to do that if Roscoe would only agree with me.

On the diet front, we all lost weight this week except for Biggles.  Mummy’s very pleased with us.  We’re very pleased with Mummy, too, although she said she had a bad day yesterday.  If we doled out her food for her, she wouldn’t be able to help herself to other things.  That’s her problem, really.

Have a nice week and hopefully we’ll have some new party pictures for you next time.

Love

Bertie (aged 1) xxx

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?

Ups and Downs

Hello, Bertie here again.

I’m having a wonderful time back upstairs in my old cage-run. We came up here last week, as Roscoe told you. I love it here. I can snooze in my tunnel, watching Mummy working at the computer right in front of me. She’s done a lot of that this week, although a lot of the time she’s just been staring at the screen. Sometimes she puts her head on one side and frowns, or puts her chin on her fist and goes, “hmm”. I don’t know what it means.

She’s happy, though, and she says she’s finished editing now. I think that means her new book is nearly ready. It’s not about us, though. I wish she’d write a book about me.

She’s written several books about Dylan and Dougall. There are some short stories about them on Mull, although they never got there. Dylan and Dougall would have been seven years old tomorrow. That’s really old. Apparently Colman got to his seventh birthday but he’s the only one.

Neville looks like Dylan and Dougall, Mummy says, but he’s more like Dougall in personality. I’m getting more like Dylan as we grow older, she says. I think that’s a compliment.

Biggles is getting an extension to his run tomorrow. We’ll show you pictures next time.