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.
Bertie (aged 1) xxx