Hello! Bertie here again. We are all keeping our distance from everyone except our immediate household. Roscoe and I had an argument about it in the garden and I won! I hope you are too. We were out in the garden for the, um, seventh? day in a row. We have two days in the …
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 …
Way-aye, Roscoe here. I am not a drama queen, which is what Bertie called me last week. I was genuinely right upset about everything going on. But Mam sat down with me and we had a chat. Eventually I told her I was upset she'd given the little ones away, and she said, "but that's …
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 …
Hiya, Roscoe here, talking from the lofty heights of upstairs. Mam said something to us on Friday night about 'moving upstairs' and Saturday, after our cuddles and runaround on the kitchen floor, she took us upstairs. I've never been upstairs before. One or two stairs, yes, but not a whole level up to the rooms …
Hello, Percy here. I hope the title intrigued you. Yes, my lump is disappearing! Mummy wondered whether she was imagining it a week ago, and she looked at me very carefully most mornings last week. Then she took me to see Dr Sally, who agreed: my lump is definitely getting smaller. I am, apparently, a …
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