They’re making a hole in our wall!

Way-aye, Roscoe here.

Mam seemed excited when she came back from travelling last week. She was only away two nights so we stayed here, with lots and lots of hay and nibbles. The second day I found a carrot cunningly hidden right at the bottom of our hay pile. It was still fresh, too! It didn’t last long, mind.

It’s very peaceful when Mam’s away. I can laze about on the bed, or ont he other pile of hay, or curl up in the tunnel, or in the dark corer in the run. Sometimes I curl up by a food bowl, all the better to just reach out and nibble a bit when I get the night pangs. Neville’s generally very civilised about giving up these places when I want to use them.

Mam said that this week will be when the worst of the banging will be in our new house. They are making a hole in the wall so we can have glass doors put in, like we have in the kitchen extension now.

There will be some more banging on the roof some time, and smells when they put the new tiles down with a sticky compound, or so she expects. But if they aren’t doing either of those we’ll be able to go down with her. She’s not taking us down this week because of the banging, and because it shouldn’t take more than a day. If she’s going to have to be away another night, she’ll ask one of our Aunties to nip in and give us more hay and food. I wonder who it’ll be?

She says that once the floor is finished we should be able to move in down there. She’s already taken our big cages down, not the holiday cages but the ones we lived in downstairs.

It’ll all depend on how much packing up she’s got to do here. But basically we’ll switch from being mostly here except when we go there for four or more days, to being mostly there unless Mam needs to be back here for four or more days.

I’m glad Mam’s counting these things in threes and fours. Those are easy numbers for guinea pigs to count. Seven works well too. Any other number gets complicated.

I wonder how big the hole in the wall will be and whether we’ll be allowed to go through it?

More news next time

Roscoe

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My Favourite Bedding

Last week Carol asked if I preferred fleece to paper pellets as bedding.  I haven’t really used paper pellets as bedding, although Mummy has something like it in my litter tray, and I must say it’s very comfortable and dry to lie on, even if I sit under the water tap and drain it, or wee when I’m sleeping.

I asked the others, and Oscar said they had the pellets (they’re called megazorb) when he was with Midge when they were little.  It’s perfectly comfortable, especially when you’ve trodden it down a little as it’s quite fluffy to start with.  Kevin said the same thing.  On the whole we all prefer fleece as long as it’s got a thick layer of paper or a puppy pad underneath the wee spots.  If it gets wet and it doesn’t have enough paper underneath, it can stay a bit too damp for comfort.  Then again most of us find a bit of hay spread over a damp patch fixes the problem immediately.

Mummy cleans our cages every day and changes the fleece and paper (or pads) weekly.  I hope that answers your question, Carol.

The only other bedding I’ve had is wood shavings with hay over them.  I must admit, wood shavings aren’t at all nice.  But as long as the hay keeps you off them, you can be comfortable.  I love lying on a pile of hay.

This week the builders came and made loud noises in our room.  We are still in the Living Room, as Mummy calls it.  She spends time there every day, so we get to talk to her even more than usual, which is nice.  The builders left on Friday and it was nice and peaceful at the weekend, but Mummy says they’re coming back today.  They shouldn’t need to be so noisy, though.

This is our run while the builders are here.  There’s a layer of something crackly underneath the blanket.  Mummy says its a plastic tablecloth which she saved from last summer’s fete.  She cleaned the poops out after this photo was taken.  That’s me and Oscar.  I don’t know why Oscar couldn’t leave me in my hay box and go to the other one.  He’s very bossy at the moment.

We should be back to normal next week.  I hope so, anyway.

We’ve moved!

It was all confusion on Saturday.  We got out of our runs for a cuddle as usual, and then we had a run on the floor. And Saturday is when Mummy weighs us and does our nails if we need them, and checks our teeth and so on, and after that she makes our runs all fresh with clean fleece and everything.  And then we go back for breakfast.

On Saturday she took AGES.  And she kept getting in our way, because she cleaned out the cages like normal, but then she took the tops off the cages and folded them up in the hallway, and then she took our cage bases up and took them out through the hall, and then she moved our table!  Well!  We were running around like mad, in fact we decided to hide from her in the boxes at the other end of the kitchen, because you never know what Mummy’s going to do next when she does things differently.  At least we didn’t have to get in our carry boxes and go to the vet or anything.

Anyway, we went back to our usual places when she got on with something in our cuddling room, and then Midge came down for his cuddle as usual, and Mummy picked up Oscar as usual and walked out of the kitchen with him!  Oh, no, where has she taken him? I thought, and I wheeked like mad to tell her she was doing everything wrong.  But after Kevin had his check up and cuddle and extras (he gets extras ‘cos he’s an old man), she picked me up and took me back to the cuddle room, and my cage was there, all ready for me!

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It’s pretty good, really, because Mummy comes and sits with us in the afternoons when it starts to get dark, before she goes back to work upstairs.  She told us we have to be out of the way before the builders arrive, and when they do there’ll be all sorts of funny noises that they make in the kitchen.  I think it’s all related to the day it started raining in the kitchen.  And apparently we’re going to have different colour walls when we go back sometime next week.

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Nothing’s happened to Kevin and Midge, they’re still upstairs in Mummy’s work room.  They do lead boring lives, not like me and Oscar.

So this is Percy, signing off for now from The Living Room (I’ve been watching something called The News).